I encounter my old crit group partner Matt Rush at an enormous Seattle writers convention.
Matt: Hey, Ted! Man, it's been a long time!
Me: No kidding! We've both been busy, though. What's that now, you've gotta be closing in on your twentieth book?
Matt: It only feels that way! This one was my thirteenth. And you! When are you ever going to break the mold, live a little? I mean, what is it, fifteen books and every one of them in the same fantasy world? I thought you said you were a sci-fi writer, too?
Me: I always did want to do that. You know how it works. They pigeonholed me. Said my audience wants more of what I've already given them.
Matt: Ah, I guess I got lucky that the young adult phase passed and my agent let me move on. Oh hey! I was looking through my archives last week and stumbled across my old blog. Can you believe we were ever that lame?!
Me: Aw, man, don't even remind me! Publishing sucked back then. We all secretly thought we were good and were being overlooked; wondered if we'd ever get picked up.
Matt: Yeah, yeah. Hey, it all worked out. It's amazing how many of those old blogging pals are still around. Mid-listers, a few big-timers like Simon.
Me: Simon. We all knew he'd do it once he got off his lazy butt and stopped writing about vampires. Never knew he'd do this well, though. Move over Stephen King!
Matt: Yeah, won't even talk to us anymore. And a romance author! Who'da thunk it? Hey, I hate to run off this quick, but I've got a lecture. We need to catch up more. Drinks later at the club?
Me: I don't drink.
Matt: Damn! I always forget that! Okay, the Pepsi's on me. Good seeing ya, man.
Sorry, Matt, for putting words in your mouth! I was just in the mood for a little fun. If anyone doesn't know who Simon is, check out Matt's post about our crit group.