You would think I am used to it by now. There would be a great conference; old friends and new friends gathered; we chatted; we laughed; we had a phenomenal time. Then the school bell rang, and everyone headed home. Only in the adult world, home meant different parts of the world.
How I wish we all live in one small town, where we get to simply hang out, and read books, and do creative works, and watch Doctor Who. How I wish I could just walk across the street and knock on their doors, and instead of borrowing salt, I would be borrowing art supplies. And then we'll all just chill in the nearby library.
Ah, well. That's a dream, and it's a nice one. :)
1 comment:
Hi! don't you live in NYC where half of everybody exists? I left SCBWI energized and now stalking all my fellow illustrators online. I never officially met you. Just remembered standing behind you in line for showcase drop off and liked your work.
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