She stopped at the entry only long enough to see the bio they had posted at the doorway. It included an older picture of her, she wasn’t sure how old even, or where Sheila had gotten it. But it was a good one. Below was a list of the novels she had written – the most recent from more than a couple of years ago. But it also stated that she was currently working on her latest novel. Finally it noted that she lived in a mountain town in Colorado. Hannah made it into the room before spilling the entire pile of papers and markers from her arms onto one of the tables and then to the floor. Ignoring the mess, she went to the podium where she plugged in and turned on her laptop. She tested the mike awkwardly, not knowing what to say into it, given the off chance that someone might walk into the room at any moment. She turned to gather the mess off the floor, and began placing a paper and marker at each of the seats. When she got to the last seat at the back, she looked at the front of the room, satisfied for the moment, and went back to the keynote speaker.
