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Conference Encounter #1

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My mouth.

Man.

I know I talk like a Texan, but really … does my tongue have to increase the sound of naivete by stumbling around inside my mouth? Yeah, I’ve got specifics:

My mouth gets me into so much trouble when it starts stumbling over my teeth.

Close Encounter #1:

As I shared last week, I volunteered to help stuff bags for all of the conference attendees. But I’d begun to believe all of the conference press about the horrendous traffic and construction. So I got up and on the road before dawn. The goal: make the 20 minute drive in 1 1/2 hours.

Hmm. Well, I did end up getting an awesome parking spot and got all of my social media done in the lobby before my job began. I even read for about a half-hour, but as it closed in on the time I should actually have left my house, I went downstairs and waited for activity near the room I to which I’d been called.

Nothing. With butterflies growing, I pulled out my e-reader again and read a few more paragraphs. Only 5 minutes to go and still no people? Maybe I’d gotten confused? Maybe I waited for the wrong room?

I packed up to search the area again just as Brandilyn Collins came down the hallway. Now Brandilyn had been one of the seasoned veterans to encourage us newbies on the first-timers loop, so I’d wanted to introduce myself and thank her for her insight and suggestions.

Instead, I identified her, in case she didn’t know who she was.

“You’re Brandilyn.”

“I am.”

What a dweeb I must have sounded like. Then the conversation followed that she had full hands so I couldn’t give her the hug she deserved for all of her help. I ended up carrying her breakfast for her to a meeting and along the way she asked me why I was there so early. Yeah, see she was talking about me being there a solid day early, but I still concentrated on the traffic and construction. I think I said something about living nearby and wanting to make sure I could make it okay.

I could almost hear her thoughts. “Just smile and nod and get your breakfast out of this wacko’s hands!” Oh it still makes me giggle, but she was delightful, charming and encouraging every time I saw her.

I’ve got a couple of other Close Encounters to share with you. If for no other reason than to give you a chuckle!

Your Turn!: Have you ever come across as being star-struck? For whom and what happened? 

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Author: Marji Laine

Marji is a homeschooling mom with teenage twins left in the nest. She spends her days transporting to and from volleyball, teaching writing classes at a local coop, and directing the children’s music program at her church. Raised in suburban Dallas, she got her first taste of writing through the stories of brilliant authors of their day, Mignon Eberhart and Phyllis A. Whitney, and through stage experience. After directing and acting in productions for decades, Marji started writing her own scripts. From that early beginning, she delved into creating scintillating suspense with a side of Texas sassy. She invites readers to unravel their inspiration, seeking a deeper knowledge of the Lord’s Great Mystery that invites us all.

2 thoughts on “Conference Encounter #1

  1. How funny, Marji! I have a similar “star struck” tale – After I got off the plane in Dallas, I saw Steve Laube standing at the bus stop. At least I was pretty sure it was him – I’m always mixing up stars in movies, so I was hesitant to launch into my brilliant repartee. “Are you Steve Laube?” I ask. “I am,” says he. “Did you call the bus?” I ask. “I did,” says he, “Did you?” So I chat with him awhile, small talk, but I don’t tell him about my story because…he never says the magic words, “Tell me about your story.” And believe it or not, those of you who met me at ACFW, I’m shy. 🙂

    But…on the last day…I talked to him again in the hotel lobby. And that time, I told him my story. 🙂

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    • YEAAAAA! I couldn’t have shared either if I’d been in your shoes. But I don’t believe that shy bit, AZ! BTW, next story is set in your neck of the woods. I’ve set it in Yuma. Ever been there?

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