SCBWI is the usual surreal collage of sights and sounds and impressions -- as usual, the weekend is going too fast, and I am a little worried by the number of photographers snapping my non-photogenic self, but our presentation was mostly coherent, the slide projector didn't break, and nobody died. Pretty good for a first year. There was high drama putting almost a thousand people in a low-ceilinged lobby against finding each other -- it more of a challenge than it should have been (someday I must tell you about blogger Big A, little a's ...allegedly black outfit and turquoise sandals which never materialized...), but all's well that ends, right? As for our presentation -- We were REALLY EXCITED when Tamora Pierce dropped by to sit in on our session -- it was all I could do not to point and squeal! But she asked questions about the 48 Hour Book Challenge and we hope to see her 'round the kidlitosphere soon.
Don't miss the Guardian's short piece on Phillip Pullman, and his recent in-depth interview in the UK Literary Review. Pullman talks about the deeper questions of religion in Lyra's story -- his follow up to His Dark Materials will be ...unusual, to say the least.
And now, my short but well-loved poem for Poetry Friday. I won't even bother linking it to everyone else's, since it's so late, but it is a poem best read in a laconic and mildly amused voice, the way it was first read to me.
I have eaten
that were in
you were probably
they were delicious
and so cold.