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What Not to Do Wednesday Looks at Attending Book Festivals

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Okay, yes, Clyde Edgerton and the big book festival have packed up and left town now. But that doesn’t mean we can’t learn a few lessons, grasshopper, on how one should go about “doing” a big three-day event.
Maybe you thought you would drive to the venue and find a great parking place. Next time, take whatever public transportation is available in your neighborhood. I learned my lesson from last year when I pulled into a parking garage that was FULL and had to pay five bucks to get out. So, this time around, I was smarta and took MARTA.
And don’t whine because you arrived extra early (like I did) and stood in line (like I did) so that you could see your favorite author, Bailey White (like I did) only to find out that there was no room left in the venue. Because you’re bound to find another author, right around the corner, just as funny (like I did)! In fact, I found three authors: John T. Edge, Clyde Edgerton and John Egerton. And seriously, those guys were a hoot and a half! (I think I just got a little paradoxical there.) So don’t get all bent out of shape if you can’t see the one you love. Love the author you’re with, grasshopper. Like I did with good old John Egerton, there. Or is that John T. Edge? Um, well, that guy in the picture, whoever he is, was darn entertaining!

And do not judge a talk by its title. Because, frankly, I was not too keen when I saw “Of Hissy Fits and Hairdos.” But Celia Rivenbark made me laugh out loud. And Doug Crandall, who was stuck in that room with all that estrogen, made me laugh out loud, too.

And if you were silly enough not to wear decent walking shoes for trekking up one end of Decatur to the next… well, honestly, grasshopper, that’s exactly how a hissy fit gets started. Right, Doug?

Finding Something Friday: Fiction, Fonts and Finders and Keepers

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Running late on finding stuff (blame it on the Olympics), so off we go…

Found a neat market today, but only for those of a certain age. If you’re not quite at the half-century mark, dash to the next paragraph, because Passager is a journal dedicated to the writer over 50. All you writers-come-lately check out the guidelines here for the next Open issue. The Pass It On feature caught my eye ’cause it’s so short and sweet. If you can write 250 words or less about a “First” in your life, you might be published. But only if you type like the wind! Deadline’s September 15th! So don’t just stand there, pass it on! We’re not getting any younger, you know.

And while I’m passing it on, I’ll pass along my other blog. I wanted to learn more about WordPress, so I created a blog over there, going hog wild with pages and gadgets and stuff. Just one little problem…what to blog about? And then it hit me like a discus shot to the head! Children’s Writing! So check out Finders and Keepers, where I’m finding children’s markets and keeping you posted.

And finally, I found this funny video about fonts: www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3k5oY9AHHM

Someday, when I have a moment or two, I’m going to figure out how to embed that video in the post. But not today, fellow Americans. I’ve got some Olympic cheering to do!