Five Octobers at a folding table in Iowa where there’s no such thing as a mistake, one sentient paint shirt, and a twelve-year-old with a toothbrush and a chimera. A true story, read aloud. (Scribblejaw, my resident perfectionism troll, was not invited. He came anyway. He was ignored.)
The Come Write Inn is my online tavern for writers and creatives, and its Open House runs every Friday at 10am Central. No name-tags, no agenda, no pitching yourself in thirty seconds flat. New faces always welcome. Pull up a chair: https://events.blackbeltbots.com/come-write-inn-open-house
A Come Write Inn production.
