|Great props, all nicely displayed and labelled. We did have fun.|
bean necklace, some feathers, a rubber chicken, three squawking stuffed birds, some sample books, my laptop, a blindfold, an identicane and a portable sound system. Left my ego at home.
|Not a Robert Munsch routine-I’m mugging my eldest daughter’s favourite pose for my son in law.|
At this point I should mention I was starting to get a sore throat. The sound system I strapped on was a crutch. I really never needed the volume. It rained and the workshops and blue pencils we had envisioned turned into one on one writing chats with kids. We were totally en-tented and the sound of the drops rattling on the canvas was very soothing. Within minutes I’d sold my sample crush.candy.corpse. I wasn’t even trying or I would have bought more.
|Such a wonderful opportunity to talk about the excitement of writing with one child at a time.|
I was sorry for the hard working arrangers and volunteers of this festival that more kids didn’t turn out. But at the end of the day I felt such deep satisfaction. And I couldn’t have articulated why until I interviewed a writer, Jacqueline Guest, author of Outcasts of River Falls from Bragg Creek, Alberta this morning. She talked about how writing isn’t all about the crappy royalty cheques. (I chuckled at that one.) It’s about passing on the magic of reading. That moment when you connect with a young reader and turn them on. This festival gave me the opportunity to pass on my passion for writing. I’d say I saw the magic wash over at least twenty young writers. A pretty good number, I’d say. Thank you to Patti Cannon
and all the Imagine in the Park volunteers. Pretty sure Ryan will save the world. Thanks also to the parents who took the time to give their kids this experience.