I'm going to the Eden Mills Writer's Festival tomorrow. Sheila Heti and George Elliot Clarke are going to be there! Alistair Mcleod is meant to be the guest of honour, but I couldn't care less. He's fashionable at the moment, but not quite as good as Clarke, and Heti... well, she's only put out one book so far, but it's wildly original and she shows ridiculous amounts of promise.
I'll post tomorrow night and let you folks know how it went (I'm taking some books to be signed, too!).
I'll post tomorrow night and let you folks know how it went (I'm taking some books to be signed, too!).
Um, August, you look pretty, um, nice, commando like that, um... wow! I did not know. Cutie!
The festival was absolutely brilliant, and I got to do everything that I wanted to. I even got some pictures (although, damnit, the biggest disadvantage of my Canon S100 is that it's so small it's impossible to keep still--I should have taken my Pentax MZ-50, or maybe just a tripod).
I'm burnt to a crisp, though, because there was no shade at all. So I'll post in detail about it tomorrow, instead of tonight, like I planned.