Under the More-Than-I-Hoped banner:
- Somehow I have never managed to hear Anne LaMott speak before, nor to read any of her many books. She's big, if you didn't know. So big that she doesn't even need to maintain her own website--a sure sign of being both hugely famous and hugely grounded. In any case, I appreciated her humor and honesty and wisdom as she shared on her turbulent life, what it means to be a pilgrim "searching for meaning," and her purpose to walk the earth as a "resurrection story." I think we all came away excited to tend our "emotional acres."
- Hanging in the break room with SU staff and Festival authors was a blast, as ever. I met a woman who writes comic books, for crying out loud (file under "Her Job is Way Cooler Than Mine"), G. Willow Wilson, and got to hear her opinion on Wonder Woman's costume re-design (!). Mark Shea shared a hilarious story of being booked to speak on an Alaskan cruise on the first day out, right after lunch, when everyone was (1) sleepy, (2) fighting seasickness, and (3) ensconced in cushy armchairs.
- Attended Dori Jones Yang's fabulous session on the unknown history of Christianity in Asia--who knew there were Asian equivalents to the Dead Sea Scrolls? That Marco Polo encountered communities of Christians along the Silk Road? Can't wait to read her historical fiction Daughter of Xanadu, if I can get the Olivia Newton-John song out of my head.
- And finally, during my half-hour Sit of Shame (also known as the Book Signing time), I had a lovely chat with writer Ellie Belew who sat next to me. I've already started her book Run Plant Fly, the story of a small Washington town sucked into a virtual-reality thing called the Simulator. She has a lovely way of sketching full, interesting characters without gazillions of spare words.
- Rather sparse attendance at my session. Less than half what I had last year. Not that those who came weren't delightful, and we enjoyed ourselves, and there were actually some Qs to A, but I'm not wholly convinced I'm not something of a misfit for this particular festival and that everyone's time wouldn't be better served attending sessions where there are deeper thoughts being thunk and more Edification happening.
- The Sit of Shame (see above). I felt a little like the people behind the counters at the airport who shout at you to come talk to them, even though I don't think a single person in airport history has taken them up on it. Even the couple people who bought MBC didn't come to have them signed!
So here's to work and what it does for our souls. Beth Moore has declared today an experiment for her Twitter followers: try to go the whole day without complaining. I already messed up once about the school bus driver, but it sounds like a good plan to me. Hence this post for all you worker bees. Thank God It's Monday, right?
|Nothing to do with Dori Yang's book|