I have seen Heaven, and it is paved with Books.
I spent the weekend at Wordstock, Pdx's annual gathering of Word Nerds. It sprawls over the Convention Center, bon mots handed out like bon-bons, a maze of booths brimming with Publishing's jewels, and authors smiling hungrily at passersby.
There were cool indie publishing houses bragging about award-winners and latest "finds." There were alterna-book pushers and mega-chains representin'. There were workshops on writing, editing, publishing, promoting, and generally beautifying your masterpiece. There was stage after stage of these inventor-philosophers we call writers, each doing their best to discuss, enlighten, entertain, and leave their audience utterly entangled in their work.
I feel full.
I spent the weekend at Wordstock, Pdx's annual gathering of Word Nerds. It sprawls over the Convention Center, bon mots handed out like bon-bons, a maze of booths brimming with Publishing's jewels, and authors smiling hungrily at passersby.
There were cool indie publishing houses bragging about award-winners and latest "finds." There were alterna-book pushers and mega-chains representin'. There were workshops on writing, editing, publishing, promoting, and generally beautifying your masterpiece. There was stage after stage of these inventor-philosophers we call writers, each doing their best to discuss, enlighten, entertain, and leave their audience utterly entangled in their work.
I feel full.
1 comment:
i'm a bit envious, sounds like a lovely event.
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