On 11/18/16, a day after returning from Vietnam, I had the honor of participating in the 39th annual National Press Club Book Fair and Authors' Night in Washington DC.
It meant standing from 5:30 to 8:30 p.m., which to me and my fresh case of jet lag was really 5:30 to 8:30 a.m. the next day. The chance to talk books has a way of invigorating me, though I can't say I wasn't wiped out by the end.
I'm definitely not a politician or pundit, and while I'm also not a cultural legend, there are no other options:
It was a pleasure to see author/illustrator friends Henry Cole, Mary Quattlebaum, and Minh Le there, plus meet new folk. And it was a thrill to be in a room that has hosted presidents, humanitarians, rock stars, and other luminaries, not to mention, of course, 38 prior years of authors.
I'm definitely not a politician or pundit, and while I'm also not a cultural legend, there are no other options:
Photo courtesy of Bruce Guthrie.
1 comment:
Glad you made it back safely. Such a jet setter...! Hope to see you in a couple of days...?
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