I am delighted to be blogging from my first NE SCBWI (Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators) Conference. My mind is exploding with information, and my heart feels like it's all hopped up on the helium of enthusiasm and joy. The day started with a breakfast speech by Sara Zarr, author of Sweethearts and other excellent YA novels, that was amusing, honest and inspiring. Dan Yaccarino gave an entirely practical yet motivating class on picture books. The other SCBWI members I've met are passionate about writing and their work, and so much fun to talk with! Best of all, the whole experience occurs while surrounded by the work and magic of the illustrators! J-O-Y!!
It's Patriots Day Monday, a beautiful sunny day which is capping a really good weekend. I met with the generous and talented members of my writers group on Friday, and did some writing and errands on Saturday. Sunday brought more writing and the opportunity to sign up for the NE SCBWI conference. The day was then topped off with dinner with old and new friends which included a birthday celebration and interpretive dance! Did not expect that! Today, I am moving at a more leisurely pace and published a new essay called The Missing Science Gene. I am mindful however that some runner is about to win the marathon, and I haven't made it out of my pj's yet :)
Saturday. The sun rose and lit a morning sky already filled with billowing clouds. The temperature was warm enough to leave the sliding door to the back yard open, and spring breezes wafted into the kitchen. I'd had a relaxing start to the day, but as I drank my coffee, my mind was overrun with errands and chores that needed to be done.
Trinity bounded into the kitchen, smacked into my legs and then ran full tilt outside. I took another sip of coffee and tried to figure out whether I had enough time to clean the bathroom and the garden and to write. Trinity ran back into the kitchen with the blue frisbee in her mouth, dropped it at my feet and then looked at me expectantly. I nudged the frisbee aside and she ran back outside, as I considered whether returning the bottles and grocery shopping this morning would leave me enough time this afternoon to do the cleaning and to write.
I heard a squeak and looked at the sliding door where Trinity waited with a tennis ball in her mouth. "I've got to do stuff." I told her. It might have been the light, but I'm pretty sure she rolled her eyes just before she dropped the tennis ball so that it landed near the frisbee. Ok, I thought, bottles and groceries first.
As I got up to rinse out my coffee cup, Trinity came back into the kitchen with her fuzzy pink pig clutched in her mouth. It is her favorite toy because the pig grunted when she bit it just right. She stood between me and the sink. I looked at the pig hanging out of her mouth, the frisbee and tennis ball strewn across the floor and saw Trinity's alternate agenda for the day. Frisbee and fetch or chores and errands. It would be just wrong to waste such a beautiful day on chores and errands. It might have been a coincidence, but as soon as I came to that realization, the pig grunted.