
From March 13-16, I was one of the lucky authors participating in the 42nd annual Children's Literature Festival at the University of Central Missouri. I knew little about this festival when I agreed to go. I figured anything that's been around 42 years must be doing something right.
And 5,000 kids later, I can now confirm that my hunch was sound. The university was on spring break, freeing up the sidewalks and hallways for busloads of younger students coming in from around the state.
Each author to spoke eight groups—four hourlong sessions on Monday and four more on Tuesday. Some (including me) were in classrooms and the biggest names got auditoriums. The orchestration of this event was grand-scale and, from where I stood, smooth. No kids got lost, though some authors (including me) did. (Hey, it was an unfamiliar campus.)
I did not take a photo of my little plot on the book tables until the the third and final day:

Inside a glass cabinet, each author's work was represented by a little shoebox-less diorama:


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