
The Dahlonega Literary Festival in the mountains of north Georgia was nice last weekend, if very sparsely attended. Alas, a lot goes on in the mountains in the fall, so the competition for everyone's time is fierce. The nice group who put the event on, though, was wonderful to spend a day with, though.
The most fortunate part for me was meeting the marvelously talented Tennessee writer River Jordan (shown here) and her husband Owen. We wound up sharing a gorgeous farmhouse in a valley north of Dahlonega. When I say farmhouse, I mean it literally. Cows came almost right up to the door. She and Owen arrived a day before I did, so they got to enjoy it more. The view was incomparable, especially Sunday morning, when the valley was filled like a bowl with icy mist.
I'd known about River for a long time but I was delighted to meet her and buy some of her books, which I'll read soon. (I had a great time talking football with Owen, but that's a story for another day.)
For someone who's last name is Williams (and I wear it with pride), a name like River Jordan seems too wonderful to be true, and it is her real name. But she wears it well, and what I've read of her work so far shows a master of wordcraft.
Check out her website at http://www.riverjordan.us/cgi-bin/index.cgi and buy some of her work. She's really worth getting to know!



