December 14, 2019

Inexplicable foot pain still crippling me. It’s better with shoes on.

Gathered my gear and went to the Bookfair at Lenoir-Rhyne, where I sold three books and gave two away. There was free iced tea. I suppose the point of it all along for us who remember each other from the literary scene gone by was to reconnect, and that happened. Laura, Keith, and Alan each told me detailed summaries of their novel-in-process. I couldn’t reciprocate (or retaliate) because I never know where my novel-in-process is going beyond the page I ended on. Sometimes I barely think I could tell them the plot of the ones which are finished. There may have been five visitors who were not themselves writers with wares on the table.