I’ve “been here” since Thursday morning. Et tu?
A main event for me yesterday was class with one of my revered middle grade authors, Gary D. Schmidt, reminding/pointing out to writers the perhaps subtle, yet concrete importance of your novel’s minor character(s). His examples ranged from David and Goliath, to Dickens, to contemporary fiction. I only wish the presentation had been several hours instead of 30 mins., and contained absolutely everything Mr. Schmidt knows about writing novels.
I attended all sessions with, of course, Digory. Bless his sweet soul. His enduring love of kidlit Zoom presentations is unwavering and inspiring. He is late this morning, however I expect him at any second–for a cat, he is completely reliable when it comes to Zoom-time on my lap–I especially enjoy when he is so moved by a presentation, he stretches his paw to the computer’s screen. Usually I am quick enough to intercept his pads from making contact, at which point he will yawn, purr, and begin kneading my clothing as I free my arm from his perpetually shedding girth and continue my notetaking. Such a sweet, sensitive fellow. Constant companion.
Yours in conference attendance during which we transform into human sponges and wonder madly where we’ve stashed the lint roller,