So somehow it’s October, which means Children’s Book Festival, which means I’m in Cork later this week, visiting various libraries, and doing the same in Meath next week. And also had the Bubblegum Club Book Bash last Saturday, which was very cool and wonderful and there were chicken nuggets. (“Miss, you can go ahead in the line if you’re looking for real food. This is just chicken nuggets and chips.” “Yes. And?”)
Judi Curtin, Don Conroy and Marita Conlon-McKenna read. Derek Landy was fabulousness personified and wants to marry Snow White. Sarah Webb, organiser extraordinaire (and creator of Aunt Clover! Yes, I read the Amy Green books purely for Clover) sings enthusiastically. David Maybury draws balloon-authors expertly. And Sarah Rees Brennan really and truly can’t be unspoilery. Very fun book-lovery day and I got chatting to some lovely reader-y types too. Yay!
I’m still not sure how it’s October. October is a month with a lot happening. CTYI classes start back in October. I have Song and Writing at the end of the month. It’s October, and I don’t know how that happened. I want to make lists. Lists for here. Of various kinds of favourite books. I also want to, you know, write stuff. Might be an idea. So lists may have to wait ’til, oh, 2010. 2012. Whenever.
(Hi and welcome to the new blog, by the way!)