The Gift of a Book

It’s already the end of April, can you believe that? And with the end of the month, I once again come bearing some positive news as part of the We Are The World Blogfest. If you want to find out more good things that are happening in the world, check out their Facebook page and look up today’s post. We try to link all our positive blog posts there.

Last weekend I had the pleasure of being a part of the Alabama Book Festival. One of my friends needed an additional YA author to be a panelist on their Young Adult Fantasy & Science Fiction panel, and I was more than happy to join in! (Look for that video coming soon on my YouTube channel!)

It was a warm day but there was a nice breeze, so when I arrived at my tent a couple of hours early, I was happy to sit down and listen to the panels that were held in the North Tent before ours. One of those panels really stuck with me.

Poets, Irene Latham and Charles Waters, discussed their latest poetry collection, “Can I Touch Your Hair?: Poems of Race, Mistakes, and Friendship”. One of the comments Charles made was about the Mississippi Book Festival. They take one day and bus in children from all over the district to come talk to the authors. As part of the event, every student is given a copy of the book – in this case, Irene and Charles’ poetry book was chosen.

Now let me clarify that their book is filled with pictures and is hard-back, complete with a slip cover protector. When the children got onto the bus, they were confused. What was the cover protector on the books? What were they supposed to do with them? That’s when the teachers realized that the children had never owned a hardback book like that before. Charles said when he told that story to the superintendent, the man cried.

The children had never owned or seen a book like that before. You never know, the gift of a book to a child may just open the world up for them.

The map in her hands was growing impatient

Got a bit of writing in over lunch. This piece was started over at Of the Pistol, and I’ve been brainstorming how to continue it for quite a while. Not quite sure yet if this will turn out to be a novelette, a novella, or even a full-blown novel, but I’m really enjoying this world so far.

Summary: Kate is running late for her Master Gardener training with Mr. Cloom. She had a map that told her how to navigate his immense garden, but now it thoroughly refuses to tell her the way. Luckily she has Mawr as her guide, one of the last stone lions left in Haplandia. Hopefully she can navigate the dangerous garden with Mawr’s help before Mr. Cloom expels her completely.

Project: Mr. Cloom’s Garden
Current total words: 1,663
New words written: 675

Total Words for 2012: 9,581


She hurried on ahead as the gate slammed shut behind her. She had a pink basket cradled in the crook of her elbow, and in her hands she held a bit of paper that was attempting to roll up at a moment’s notice. Absently she straightened it, adjusting her fingers this way and that as she tried to see exactly where she needed to go. Mr. Cloom’s garden was immense, and Kate knew that it didn’t take long to get lost amid the succulent scented safia bushes, which were always pleased to have visitors. If one wasn’t interested in staying and enjoying a snooze against their soft limbs, it wasn’t unheard of for them to use their vine-like roots to pull you into their embrace.