
It's always wild to meet someone you've only corresponded with in the virtual world. You really don't know what to expect. Gotta say, I was impressed.
Our encounter began with a warm hug and a somewhat spiritual assessment of each other's unique energy frequencies. A showdown of wills, so to speak.

Hell, she even managed to whip out packets of sweetener (Sweet 'n Low, Splenda and Equal) and incorporate them into an improvised pyramid chart of sorts. I got the (Sweet 'n) lowdown on Harbinger 33, discussed up-and-coming writer conferences she'll be attending, and booked a seat on a future Amtrak, mobile writer's symposium. The woman has a wealth of ideas.
I'm so glad I got to meet her and her sweetheart, Matt.
Oh, and in the middle of our conversation her cell phone rings. She answers it, and then says, “Angel, it’s for you.”
I was like, “Huh?” Turns out, on the other end of that line was no other than central Florida writer, Harry B. Sanderford himself. How cool is that?
For those of you wanting to learn more about Kate, you can find her lurking in the projectionist’s booth At The Bijou.
Kate, you’re an amazing woman. Maybe next time we’ll meet up at the Waffle House and have ourselves some hashbrowns, smothered and scattered.
I'm so glad I got to meet her and her sweetheart, Matt.
Oh, and in the middle of our conversation her cell phone rings. She answers it, and then says, “Angel, it’s for you.”

For those of you wanting to learn more about Kate, you can find her lurking in the projectionist’s booth At The Bijou.
Kate, you’re an amazing woman. Maybe next time we’ll meet up at the Waffle House and have ourselves some hashbrowns, smothered and scattered.