She was standing amidst a crush of people at the Ajax, Ontario Convention Centre on Saturday, February 12 at 10:30 a.m., following a keynote I had just given to 136 members of Writers’ Community of Durham Region at their monthly breakfast meeting.
She seemed small, diminished, fragile ~ like a little faded, once-beautiful, now-chipped fine china teacup.
I knew nothing about her. Had never met her.
Inspiration was not on the menu …
“Why?” I asked, dumbfounded, but with a few suspicions. Changing-lives was not my intent that day. Remotely. I hadn’t even attempted to be inspiring. I was just talking to writers about ”blogging.”