I spent last weekend as a volunteer at the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books where I was given a mint green t-shirt to wear and advised to carry a fanny pack for my water bottle, keys and sunscreen. I arrived at my first shift without an agenda, ready to take my place where I was needed. With so many choices (wardrobe, schedule) out of the way, it was easier for me to turn off the part of my brain that worries. Attending the festival can be great fun, but it’s an experience that, for me, can also bring up a series of prickly questions and concerns about my identity as a writer.
Dear Tanya, "Eye to eye, he held that whale's gaze as long as he could." This is also what you do. You bring forth the essence, the pith, the spirit and soul. Thank you. I loved being led through your Festival.
Eye to eye!
Gorgeous, lilting prose that makes the hair on my arms rise.
Loved reading this! And I'm sorry I didn't see you (among the throngs) at LATFOB. I enjoyed it all immensely but your view sounds so wonderful.
Dear Tanya, "Eye to eye, he held that whale's gaze as long as he could." This is also what you do. You bring forth the essence, the pith, the spirit and soul. Thank you. I loved being led through your Festival.
This is beautiful, Tanya! Sounds like the perfect way to enjoy the festival.