Wax On. Wax Nostalgic. Wax Off.

A week, I know. But what a week it's been. Remember my writing journey with my literary Mr. Miyagi? It could not have been more career-changing had Ralph Macchio tap danced on my manuscript, folded it inside a silk kimono and hand-delivered it to J.K. Rowling's agent. First learn weaknesses, then learn to laugh at own dialogue. Writing rules, L.A.-san, not Miagi's.

I also met four of the most amazing writers I want to be like when I grow up. I ate Nutella for the first time, discovered the beauty that is a Chilean hero, used a fruit bowl as a motorcycle helmet, slipped into the most delicious kind of writing vacuum and rediscovered why I write. I'm a better writer this week because of the retreat. I'm a better person for going through it with my new friends.

A call came last Sunday, my first on Thriller Island. The Night Caller is a finalist in the Mystery/Thriller/Suspense category of The Sandy contest. Nice to know the ship fares well in new waters, too.

I was oh-so-tempted to change my blog to Dynamic Views, but then where would we be? A random filmstrip-like collage of MacGyver action figures, hot physicists and John Titor? Exactly what would that say about The Vortex? That we're all about time travel and bendable heroes with mullets? Wait. That would wrong. Wouldn't it?

Have a great Monday, everyone!