So, a week has passed since I attended the Erma Bombeck Convention and I still have not come down from that happy, happy cloud I landed on when I got to Dayton. It's like Nirvana for writers. Nearly everyone there is funny, including the staff at the Marriott. One of the best times I had was having lunch with Gord Kirkland and listening to him and the waitress banter back and forth.
Tim Bete lined up some fabulous speakers. If I had gotten nothing else from the conference listening to Garrison Keillor, Martha Bolton, Connie Schultz and Mike Peters would have more than paid for the conference. But there was so much more! I still haven't absorbed all that I've learned.
This is the second 'Erma' conference I have attended, and hopefully, it will not be my last. Erma's family are all there, friendly and warm as I always imagined Erma to have been. She must be so proud of them.
Am I a funnier writer because of these conferences? I don't know. Maybe not. I'm not inherently funny like Gord Kirkland, or Garrison Keillor where every word is hilarious.
But I certainly appreciate the art of humour a lot more.
I'm even beginning to appreciate that Jerry Steinfeld might be funny every now and then.