Wow, what a weekend…Â you’ll have to forgive the name droppage, but I will only have my very first week as a children’s author once, and it was pretty exciting, so I cannot help but share!
But before the author stuff even began, there was festivity– in the form of a BAR MITZVAH!Â On Friday morning I flew to West Palm, for the single largest gathering of Snyders I have ever attended, my cousin David’s Bar Mitzvah (Yasher Koach, David!).Â I took Lew, and he was a doll, though a plane ride with a wiggle-worm is never a vacation. But it didn’t matter a bit.Â It was wonderful to see everyone, and there is always something astounding about circle-dancing and kosher wine.
30 hours later I flew back home, to attend the Saturday night party at the Decatur Book Festival. Man, what a night!Â I got to see Sarah Prineas, and ZZ Packer (it had been a decade, and we mostly swapped baby pictures) and the DBF guys, and Jamie Allen. I met fabulous folks like Rob Scotton and his lovely wife Liz (Scotton? Not sure…) and Adam Rex and Cheryl Klein .
I drank in moderation, but should have eaten more.
In any case I was tipsy enough to rant (like I do), and tipsy enough that when ZZ and Amber Dermont walked over to the Brick Store, I joined them, and so ended up ranting further, with/at some McSweeney’s guys.Â I stayed out way too late and ate a soft pretzel, and it all felt very summeryÂ Â very free,Â and…
very tired this morning.
But that wore off when I got to have brunch with Da Chen, and Julie Bloemeke and other members of the Atlanta Writers’ Club, at Sage.Â YUMMMMMMM!Â Da did a lovely calligraphy inscription in my very own copy of Scratchy Mountains. He wrote, “Gold Pen.”Â I will keep it FOREVER.Â It was really a delight, and the members of the club were all so smart and interesting.Â I need to get more involved!
After that I was off to my panel with Brandon Sanderson and Adam Rex, who are both old pros, funny and witty and comfortable on stage.Â Then I stammered at Deborah Wiles, signed some books, and ate a big gyro, before IÂ came home on Marta.
After that IÂ I fell asleep on the couch until Lew hit me in the face with a toy car.Â But even that was okay.Â BecauseÂ I’m so so so so so satisfied right now, with everything.Â I’m on a little desert island of happy.
Please don’t come and rescue me.