It’s not too late

To duck out of work and come see me and Alaya and Cassie and David and Diana and Holly and Scott make total fools of ourselves sharing our earliest attempts at writing, while Libba laughs her head off.

For extra incentive: in Sydney I unearthed a piece I wrote while in the thrall of Raymond Chandler at the age of 13 or 14. It involves a scary Erroll Flynn and has to be heard to be believed.

Details of this extraordinary event:

You will laugh and laugh and laugh and never feel the same way about any of us ever again.

9 comments

  1. Sherwood on #

    Oh, how I wish I could be there. I could blow you guys out of the water, with my 13 year old, 400 page masterpiece!

  2. Darice on #

    Brave, brave souls! Me, I am just happy every day that my juvenilia years were pre-Internet. SO HAPPY.

  3. Rachel on #

    Oh, gods. Everyone keeps blogging about this as I sit here, so, so far away and yearn with every fiber in my being to be there. Break a leg, Justine!

  4. Rachel on #

    Or have broken, I guess: it’s over now.

  5. Rebecca on #

    That was seriously the best event I’ve ever been to. I have never laughed so hard! 🙂

  6. Justine on #

    Rebecca: Thank you! That’s what we were going for. Wasn’t Libba a seriously awesome MC? How about her poem at the end? Composed on the spot out of the awful bits and pieces of our readings. She’s a genius.

  7. Eden Brower on #

    Great panel today..Truly hilarious! So glad I came by…

  8. Winchester Grey on #

    I’ve been rasping liquidly all day. It was a most excellent event.

  9. tess on #

    For those of us who can’t come – could you maybe post some your old writing here? I’d love to read it.

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