Last weekend I went to DC for the National Book Festival where I saw Lois Lowry, Jerry and Eileen Spinelli, Jeff Kinney, Jewel, and R.L. Stine.
In honor of Mr. Stine, I took a creepy stalker picture of him and Jewel. Jewel probably wouldn't appreciate it. R.L. (or Bob, as it turns out his first name is) probably would. I mean, he's kind of made his living off the creepy.
All those inspirational authors made me want to go home and write. Which is weird . . . because I'm not much of a writer.
Although, in all fairness, I haven't written a word since getting home. Meh. Maybe one day.
That night, Lisa and I made an army of monkeys.
Aaaaand . . . we ate them.