Meet The, uhm, Authors?

Well, today I discovered that the big Wednesday Thurber Treat Literary Picnic was promo'd in the Columbus Dispatch. That made it – and, therefore, my participation in it – feel even more real.

However, and not to take issue with this issue of a great metropolitan daily newspaper, the item about the event was under a column headlined "Meet the authors."

"Author?" Technically, I'm somewhat of a writer/editor/blogger-guy. Aren't authors published? To make this point while writing this entry, I hit Dictionary.com and looked up "author." I found this:

"...a person who writes a novel, poem, essay, etc.; the composer of a literary work, as distinguished from a compiler, translator, editor, or copyist."

So, now I don't know what I am or what I am doing or how I got mixed up in this crowd. It appears I am heading down a scary path. Brad Keefauver has already suggested I now need a tweed jacket with leather patches. Tweed makes me break out in hives. The worst part? I'm not even sure what a hive is...

Anyway, I've practiced reading the piece. All that revealed was that I am probably not destined for a job doing "books on tape" – or any other format.

Good tickets, however, are probably still available...

Here's the link to the article:

Meet the authors

More later,

Mark