How strange it feels to be gone from my blogs for a day. I will get back to writing.
Yesterday was the book festival sponsored by the writing group I joined about a month ago. Presentations, readings, and authors selling their books characterized the event, and I would say that, for a first-time experience, it was successful. For me, networking with other authors and getting ideas for some writing I’m interested in pursuing for publication were the highlights. I was so surprised by the number of local authors there are, and I no longer feel as if I’m the only person around here who writes poetry.
We had a good, but tiring day. We didn’t take our phones into library where the event was held, so missed a call from our son. But the minute we got our things packed up and were heading home we called him back. He wondered whether we’d be able to babysit for our little two year-old granddaughter for the evening. WOULD WE EVER! Yes, we were tired, but who turns down something like that?
Spending the evening with her was pure joy. We took her for a ride in her wagon, collected acorns on the deck, read books, played with the puppies, zoomed the little police car “just like Daddy’s” around (he’s a police sergeant), we made her supper, and overall had a wonderful time. She didn’t cry at all, and every part of the evening was delightful.
A day of gifts.