This week/weekend, every other photo on my Facebook feed is of some happy writer or writers in a convention center or hotel, lanyards around their necks, books in hand. People are posting their schedules, thisclose to bragging about what panels they get to attend and readings they get to hear. Name dropping abounds. Selfies with chapbooks, lit journals, tables full of indie press story collections. Everyone’s in Tampa and it’s like friggin’ spring break, apparently.
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