I’m praying that my two regular readers noticed that I didn’t post any last week, but as one of them is actually the Google indexing bot, I don’t think it counts.
Let’s just say that there was a misunderstanding on my part about the lack of WiFi that would be available to me while at South By South West.
Actually, I misunderstood that I wasn’t actually going to SXSW, I was just going close by Southwest. I should have enough experience with show promoters and band management by now to be able to spot this sort of thing, but I blew it.
Short Stories: the Sleep Aid
The good news is that I got a sweet short story out of the deal. A lot of strange things happened to me last week, actually, but those tales will have to wait for the release of the book of short stories I am working on. If you like to read about musicians, crockery, ballet dancers, Cheryl, or hunting rodents with silverware, you’re in luck, my friends.
I hope to have that project ready by mid summer, but first I have a serious business marketing guide to finish. It is serious and made for business.
Georgia Rides to the Capitol
I don’t know if my efforts helped boost attendance or not, honestly, but I don’t think so.
I ended up having some really cool conversations with some of Atlanta’s cycling statesmen and -women, which is very positive, but most of those conversations tended to center around Critical Mass much more than Georgia Rides to the Capitol, which was not my intention. That’s how it goes, though, I guess.
At least I got in a nice ride in the sunshine with my friends. What more can a person ask for?