The folks congregating at the Galumphing Booth at the Virtual State Fair are having a great time teasing each other and remembering the days when they sweated over a paragraph describing a burning candle. They are meeting for a non-real-time reunion held to honor of the days when they all dipped a tentative toe in an imagined spot in cyberspace where words like bricolage, lousy first drafts, goofing around, anti-cliché and even keep going! were thrown around with great abandon. Luckily the Galumphing Booth is right at the entrance of the Big Top where every famous writer from all time is gathering to honor the survivors of the dreaded short creative piece.
I’m guessing that besides talking to each other (we’d love to hear those lively conversations, I’m sure!), you will also want to have a probing dialogue with one of your favorite writers inside the tent.
“Right this way!” hollers Ann, wearing a top hat, tails, and waving them in with white gloves.