On the shuttle ride into the JW Marriott from LAX: “I killed Judith Kitchen.”*
* Well, technically speaking, the writer who sort of said this didn’t specifically say she killed Judith Kitchen; more implied, really.
Also, just now by the very loud gentleman sitting next to me as we all await the opening of the exhibition hall: “Novel is a farce.”
And his compatriot: “I’m sorry, but I hate capitalism.”
Racer 5 IPA by Bear Republic Brewing Co. And at $12 in the roundabout bar at the ground floor of the Westin Bonaventure, it should be the best. And if you see Mark Spitzer, author of the hilarious “Bromancing the Gar” essay in Terrain.org, don’t bring up his $25 double rum and Coke. Yowza.
Things officially kick off at 9 a.m. this morning. The Terrain.org booth is mostly set up, thanks to poetry editor Derek Sheffield’s mad sheet-hanging skills. Various editors will be working the booth, and I’ll be there most of the conference. Just me and 15,000 of my closest writer friends. And you?