She was dazzling! She was relaxed and funny, and knew a little bit about everything in the universe. She was definitely *not* a dude. And what a relief! I’d been hanging out with all my shortfic writing friends, most of us nascent in our authorial efforts. I hadn’t realized before, but they — we — were all in this sort of special career-embarkation pressure cooker. Most of my writer pals were striving to make “pro” sales, striving to get into prestigious writing workshops, striving to hook agents. . . striving, striving, striving. That was not my path at the time, nor (it turns out) would it ever be, but it was already exhausting me. And here was a dinnerful of novelists, all of whom had agents and publishers, all of whom were several if not many books in to their careers, and they were just so calm, so nice. And Kat Richardson was the calmest and nicest of them all.
My mini-interview of Kat Richardson is live over at Sleeping Hedgehog.
