Two months ago, I went to SFSE in Orlando, where I met Orson Scott Card and got to take a 3 hour writing session with him and some other lucky writers. As awesome as that was, it didn’t stop there. Throwing caution to the wind, I decided to break my healthy diet and pile up my plate with French toast. I’d actually had a dream a week or two before where I was at a buffet filled with everything you can imagine except French toast. That morning, at the conference, it seemed like fate was saying, “Here’s your chance — get it.”
I got it.