Fessing up

Last Saturday there was a meeting of the local Mythopoeic Society, at which they planned to discuss Thirteenth Child. They very kindly asked me to attend, and spent considerable time arranging to have the meeting on a date when I was sure I could make it.

And I spaced it.

I have a list of excuses as long as your arm, and I feel guilty as all get-out, and I apologize profusely to anyone who went expecting me to be there. But that's not what I want to talk about at the moment.

What I want to talk ...