The Violent Preemption of Surge: Act III (Life in the Strange Lane: A Camera Goes Bad) by the NO LIMITS 12 Hour Read-A-Thon, Part 1 (The Boyce Market)

OK, so wasn't really the Boyce Market (otherwise known as the Farmer's Market because farmers go there to eat samosas and watch city folk once a week to reaffirm that they're living in the right place). We actually met on the front porch of the Science East building.

This building houses an amazing display of science stuff ... like old animals and metric stuff. It used to be the County Jail House. Prisoners used to whistle from the exercise yard at women walking from the parking lot to the government building across the street. A friend of mine spent much of his early youth there. He said the food was great.

Karen read first. She read some e e cummings ... the guy who couldn't type caps because he was really a grasshopper. Then she read a letter from a friend who gave her a lot of advice. I think there was something in there about not going to jail because of the food ... or was that just a ghost voice from the past?

Lori was up next. She read letters from her mother. Her mother sounds like a really cool person and she writes a dynamite letter ... or should I say, draws a dynamite letter ...

While she was reading the last letter, she started crying and we all laughed at her because we're writers and writers are mean people.

The Liberal Member of Parliament for the Fredericton area, Andy Scott, rushed over and threatened to pass a law making writers illegal if we didn't stop laughing at Lori.

This made Lori smile again. Karin smiled too, because she's not a writer. She's an artist. Artists like to make people smile.

Lori stopped laughing, though, after the dinosaur bit her bum and then ate the artist.

In this picture, a young child tells a writer to stop being mean because he's making the dinosaur grumpy.