A fellow writer friend did me the honor of comparing me to an Anglerfish, which according to Wikipedia (remember, if it's on the Internet, it must be true) states:
They are bony fish named for their characteristic mode of predation, wherein a fleshy growth from the fish's head (the esca or illicium) acts as a lure; this is considered analogous to angling.
Such a comparison is a high compliment, indeed. On many writing days, I feel exactly like this fish: my bones thick and tough from years of criticism good, bad and ridiculous; the forehead flashlight necessary for waking up at 5:15 a.m. to get my daily dose of meditation (writing); my sharp teeth ever ready for a tasty morsel of news about agents, writing opportunities and changes in the publishing industry.
My extremely sensitive predatory talents lead me to all types of new experiences, one of which will the the Redwood Writers Conference on Oct. 30, in Santa Rosa, CA. Specifically, I'll be hosting a table for the Women's National Book Association, of which I belong to the San Francisco branch.
The organization is cool for many reasons, the first of which is the acronym, which if you tell people you belong to the WNBA, they'll almost certainly think you mean the Women's National Basketball Association. The WNBA (the WNBA) was founded in 1917 and promotes literacy via such events as National Reading Group Month.
If you're in the area, come visit your fellow Anglerfish, all of us swimming around, spotlighting one another's talents. And if you're not in the area, consider joining WNBA, which encourages literacy, thus ensuring there will be plenty of people to read what we write. That and what fun to see the expressions on people's faces when we tell them we stars of the WNBA.