On Friday, my cohort in crime, Margo Hoornstra, and I
climbed into our trusty conveyance (Hubs’ Chevy) and set off for an adventure in the
wilds of Northern Michigan. After six hours of battling obstacles along the
route (weekend traffic), we arrived at a charming port city on Lake Huron
(Alpena). There, we found a comfortable campsite for the night (Best Western).
Why did we embark on this adventure? The Alpena BookFestival. A gathering of authors and readers. On Saturday our hosts, volunteers at the Alpena
County George N. Fletcher Public Library, greeted us with enthusiasm, happy to
see us. We were guided us to local businesses where we participated in panel
discussions on our favorite topics—books and writing. An independent bookstore
carried our books and set up tables for us to greet readers and sign our books.
The best part was talking. Talking to readers. Talking to
other authors. Talking to the gracious event volunteers. A lovely lady named
Patti from Rogers City eagerly gave me ideas for a story that has been
percolating in my mind for years and made me excited again about this project.
I shared a panel on science fiction with two talented guys (Raymond Brege and
John Garavaglia) who write sci-fi graphic novels. What amazing young men! A
helpful YA author, Chanda Stafford, made a point of seeking me out to share a
tip on self-publishing.
Margo and I participated in three panels together. My
favorite was on being a Michigan author. We thoroughly agreed with the other
five authors that Michigan is a terrific setting for our stories as well as
being such a beautiful state. We aren’t prejudiced or anything. We both agreed
the networking was the best part of the all-day event. We shared, we learned,
we came away happy.
The organization of the festival was amazing. Margo and I
are eager to go back next year.
Returning home, I wished we had one of those self-driving
cars. Traffic was heavy, as usual on a Sunday with weekend vacationers
returning home. With an easy-to-talk-to passenger, the trip went by quickly.
Only after dropping off Margo did it become tiring. Stop-and-go through a
lengthy stretch of construction forced me to stay focused but stretched the
rest of the trip home by an hour and a half.
Still, I was grateful that I got home safely. Exhausted. So
tired I slept twelve hours! And woke up this morning to 965 email messages.
Was it worth it? Absolutely.
So glad you had a good experience after such a long drive.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you had a good experience after such a long drive.
ReplyDeleteIt was definitely worth the drive, Loralee. Thanks for stopping by.
DeleteWow! Sounds like you had a wonderful time *camping* and sharing stories around the campfire. :) Glad you made it home same and sound, if somewhat tired. 965 emails!? (Mine is probably one of them.)
ReplyDeleteWhy didn't I think of the campfire? Thanks, Bish.
DeleteI always enjoy meeting other writers and engaging new readers. Sounds like a fun time that was well-organized and worth the trip. Hey, I probably have 900 emails in my inbox on any given day. Seriously need to purge that, too.
ReplyDeleteLOL about the email, Lucy. One of these days (famous last words) I'm going to clean out my inbox. Outbox, too. I'm still impressed by the organizers of the event. This was the 2nd year, and they're eager to do it again.
DeleteSounds like you two had a great time! Glad you enjoyed your trip (except for the traffic)!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jannine. Traffic could have been worse.
DeleteSounds like a lot of fun, wish I could have been there!
ReplyDeleteYou would have had a great time, Lyn. The people (volunteers, readers, authors) were so gracious and fun to talk to.
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