Yesterday I took a day and traveled into the wilds of central Jersey to attend the Catholic Writers Conference and Catholic Marketing Network. I was invited by the wonderful Margaret Rose Realy … well, actually, my daughter’s cupcakes were invited, and I had to tag along to set them up.
Margaret had seen my girl’s award-winning creations and decided Catholics would set upon them like locusts. She couldn’t do her usual fancy cupcakes in such large quantities, but created this cupcake Rosary, which was a big hit.
I also got to meet Margaret at last:
I’d never done one of these things before, so it was nice to leave my books and chickens and games behind and meet My People in their native habitat:
I also got to met the Holy Father (Flat Stanley Edition) and … The Anchoress! Yes, the Big Cheese of Patheos Catholic and the best pure writer in the Catholic blogosphere was there. I have photographic proof.
I even met the Ignatius Press Chihuahua.
I came home with a stack of free books, and this makes me happy, except I can’t read any of them until I finish my big December issue and a paper for a course on Ratzinger/Benedict.
I also saw the CatholiCar display, which makes decals for your car. After my first few seconds of “So It’s Come to This?” sneering, I though “oh, why the heck not.” It’s better than Truck Nuts.
And the main ballroom had this Holy Water font with a seriously bored-looking St. John.
I met heaps of great writers and editors, saw tons of Catholic swag, attended a good presentation on Kindle marketing, and had my beer bought by The Anchoress.
Sometimes it pays to leave the house.