Becoming Liz Everly

From the moment I placed the pink wig on my head, I became Liz Everly. This was a good thing because there were many things that could have gone very wrong that day. It was the first Love Fest at the Virginia Festival of the Book. I mean, think about that. Just sit with that awhile. So the pink wig really helped. If I bombed it was HER, the lady in the pink wig, not ME, right?

I was on a panel on Saturday with four other writers. Not just any writers, All of them “bestsellers,” except, of cour...