In Purrfect Company
Recently, I had the honor of attending the San Diego Writer's Festival. It was a wonderful event where I got to meet new people and learn about writing, but as an introvert, there was a point where my people meter started to dial back. The happy bustle and excitement got to be a bit much, and I needed a quiet moment to regroup. I stepped out a workshop and scanned the grounds for a secluded table to sit and eat the cheese and crackers I had brought. I spotted one at the edge of the courtyard in the shade away from all the vendors and food trucks, and made a beeline for it. As I sat down and began to munch on mozzarella sticks and sliced bell peppers, I heard something I hadn't expected to hear at a busy festival.