Chapter 43: Way back to Friday

I sleep late Sunday. I don’t really have any reason to be up, nothing to do until after lunch, and for some reason, I just don’t have the urge to spend the night in the bar again. In fact, I don’t really have much desire to be at this convention at all anymore. I can’t help but feel like I’ve missed an opportunity. Like I’ve done something wrong.

Was it wrong to pursue Kylie? I mean, couldn’t I have just talked to her the one night, and then contacted her after the convention? Maybe that’s what I should have done. Maybe I should have spent the convention talking to aspiring writers, helping them come up with ideas, or just talking them through the ideas they had. You know, swapping stories, that kind of thing. I could have sat around a table, talked about plot structure, style, dialogue, and alliteration for hours on end. Instead, I spent my time with Kylie. And now I’m depressed.