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Howdy, Campers--and happy
Poetry Friday!
(See below for a poem about being a writer by
Richard Wilbur and for today's PF host.)
We're in the middle of
TeachingAuthors' series on
Summer Learning Opportunities.
So far we've heard from JoAnn--who, through her own fascinating
Summer Science Experiments, is learning more about hatching
monarchs in her backyard; Esther--who's learning about authors from her own fair city (Chicago), discovered four "
eye-openingly insightful" blogs, learned about the "
3-paragraph query," and how to "attend" the National SCBWI conference if you can't be there in person. Carla shares what she's learned about the
unexpected benefits from attending an SCBWI conference, and
Mary Ann inspires us with her summer Young Writer's Camp.
As for me, I'm looking forward to being on the faculty of the
National SCBWI Conference from July 31 through August 2nd (with intensive workshops available for an additional fee on Monday, August 3rd). Once again I'll be critiquing manuscripts submitted by conference attendees who've paid extra for written and face-to-face critiques.
My very smart friend, author and poet
Greg Pincus (who blogs at
GottaBook) posted the link to this
fabulous blog post on attending an SCBWI conference by art director Giuseppe Castellano...and our own Esther has written what is by now
a classic essay on attending an SCBWI conference.
Esther and I come at conferences from two very different perspectives. Basically, She jumps into the fray carrying a bunch of balloons; I get overwhelmed by more than 10 people at a party.
So, here are three things I've learned about conferences (how they affect me and how I cope) in the 24 years I've attended SCBWI in Los Angeles:
1)
Be kind to yourself. This conference can be overwhelming. No--I take that back: this conference
is overwhelming. This summer
1000 people are attending from around the world.
A few of the attendees at this year's SCBWI Conference
(from morguefile.com)
We crowd into a posh hotel over a long summer weekend. The excited, anxious, ecstatic, frightened, enthusiastic, vibrating energy of 1000 friendly/shy/talkative/mute children's book professionals and pre-professionals (
thanks for that term, Carla!) can be paralyzing. The air in any hotel over that many days with that many people gets used up. And so do I.
2)
Take breaks. I usually stand in the back because there's simply TOO MUCH SITTING! That's one way I've learned to give my body a break. I've also learned (to my astonishment) that it's okay not to attend every single session. I can actually go outside and gulp fresh air...sit on the grass with my eyes closed for a few minutes. It's amazing how so simple an action as breathing can change my body chemistry. Ahhhhhh....
No--not me.
(from morguefile.com)
3)
And I've learned that some years I just need to be VELCRO®.
from morguefile.com
Although there have been many years I couldn't
wait to sign up for the conference, couldn't wait to bond with new peeps, couldn't wait to find out what everyone was doing and share what I was up to, there have been other years, too.
Years when I couldn't figure out how to write that book--the one that was going to put me on the map, years when no one had invited me to submit a poem since the Ice Age, years when I was raw, raw,
raw from rejection, Those are the years when I did NOT want to attend that stupid conference. Nope. Not gonna do it. And you can't make me.
It's about the shame, of course. I'm judging my insides against everyone else's outsides. It's like that false fog which hovers over FaceBook where I see those sparkling photos and
know that every one of my FB friends are completely fulfilled, are always at goal weight, and have (just yesterday) signed a three-book deal. (It's true--they have, you know.)
That's when I've learned I need to VELCRO
® myself to real-life friends at the conference. Hang with them. Go into the hall with them. Choose whatever breakout session they choose--it doesn't matter. They're my peeps. My buds. The ones who believe in me...and I believe in them. They save me from the darkness every time.
So, if you're coming to the SCBWI conference, please come up and say hello!We can VELCRO
® together for awhile.
And Campers--if you are going to
any gathering this summer that makes you a teensy bit uneasy, a little bit insecure, maybe the following quote will help. It's helped me.
Just for today, be open to the possibility
that there is nothing wrong with you.
Finally, here is a poem to inspire you:
In her room at the prow of the house
Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden,
My daughter is writing a story.
I pause in the stairwell, hearing
From her shut door a commotion of typewriter-keys
Like a chain hauled over a gunwale.
Young as she is, the stuff
Of her life is a great cargo, and some of it heavy:
I wish her a lucky passage.
click here for the rest of this poem
The poetry gods and goddesses bring
Poetry Friday to
Keri Recommends today. Thanks for hosting, Keri!
posted live from the floor of SCBWI's National Conference in living color and with love by April Halprin Wayland