A funny thing has happened since I've started telling people I'm going to graduate school in creative writing: people tell me all about their writing projects. I have discovered there are a lot of writers in this world, most wanting and waiting to be published, and these writers love to talk to a fellow writer (as do I). Usually, it's fun to hear people talk about something they are passionate about, whether its about their book on post-dramatic stress disorders (as I heard about today), or some lady's dog (as the first person I experienced this phenomenon with told me about ). But sometimes, I really just want to buy the purse and get out of Dillards.