Not Chasing Trends, Making Them: My Publishing Perspectives Story on the BEA's Buzz YA Authors
Thursday, June 7, 2012
I covered the story for Publishing Perspectives here. Read more...
April 20/ 7 PM
Keynote Address
1st Annual Writing Conference: Brave New Words
Pendle Hill
Wallingford, PA
May 6 - May 11
Currents 2018
Five-Day Juncture Memoir Workshop
Frenchtown, PA
June 3/2:45 PM
The Big YA Workshop
2018 Rutgers-New Brunswick Writers' Conference
300 Atrium Drive
Somerset, NJ
June 5/7:00 PM
Launch of WILD BLUES
Wayne, PA
June 10/9:30 AM
The Personal Essay Workshop
Philadelphia Writers Conference 2018
Sheraton Hotel
Philadelphia, PA
September 28/9:30 AM
One-day Juncture Memoir Workshop
Chanticleer Garden
Wayne, PA
We drove toward Lancaster on a sour-skied day—past sheep, goats, horses, cows, corn-stuffed silos, chicken cathedrals. The sun kept trying to come out, and sometimes, in a skittish mood, it did, but once we reached the town of Lititz, I wasn't thinking about weather. I was thinking about the town itself—cohesive, grounded, charming. I was thinking about that marvelous independent, Aaron's Books, which had engineered its first Kid's Lit festival and invited me to take part.
The first order of business was a panel seamlessly (and, because she's beautiful) beautifully moderated by Julie Peterson. Together with A.S. King, Lisa Greenwald, Lee Harper, Matt Phelan, Eric Wright, and Mara Rockliff I reflected on questions big and small; more importantly, I got to listen to what the others had to say about ambitions and priorities, about stories not yet told. It was be far one of the best panels I've ever sat on. It elevated book making, stayed focused on the true why for.
Later, there was pizza with local teens. After that, a long evening of clamoring and dishing with Caroline Hickey, Jenny Han, Siobhan Vivian, and Lisa Greenwald—long-time best friends who travel the children's/YA circuit together and (when you're lucky, as last night I was profoundly lucky) let you in for some of their outrageous (and so smart and it all comes from loving, seriously, I know it comes from loving) drubbing. An evening at the truly gracious Lititz House was next, a B&B you can't help but love, a B&B, let it be known, in which I actually slept five purified consecutive hours. That's no small thing. That's Lititz speaking.
This morning I rose early, walked the town, took photographs. Had a delicious Heidi breakfast at the B&B we were already calling home. Went off, then, to hear the writers read, to read a bit from Undercover.
We drove home on the same country roads, this time glossed by sunny skies.
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