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'Tis the season! As the days get shorter and nights get longer, the garden spider spins its web at night giving it more time to build a larger web during the fall months.
Need to clear your head? Get moving? May I suggest a fog walk? We live in a river valley town known for its spectacular fog walks, an early morning magic time that illuminates the webs in dewy mist...
So early morning is the best time to catch the lovely work of Grandmother Spider, that weaver of stories to keep us warm and wondering through the winter! Happy fog walking!
In August I attended the inaugural online When Words Collide Festival for Readers and Writers. Before COVID-19, the in-person WWC had been going strong for nine years in my home city of Calgary. I'd attended each year, but had doubts the online version would provide the same energy, networking, and learning opportunities. As a result, I didn't give the weekend my best effort, but it made me see the potential for such online experiences.
Different it was when I checked into my first panel on the festival weekend, 10 minutes ahead of time, as advised in the presenter guidelines. The virtual Zoom meeting room was already full of people discussing brain chemistry as related to writers' block. This wasn't my topic. Had I received the wrong meeting invitation? Then an attendee in one of the squares started rambling incoherently. The Zoom host said the person was a troll and deleted him from the meeting.
Trolls, I learned, are people who join pubic Zoom meetings solely to be disruptive. Anticipating this, the WWC organizers posted meeting links only one day ahead, but trolls still found them. This year WWC made the festival free and available to everyone, largely because they were new to the online game and didn't know if the whole event would tank. If there's an online festival next year, they'll be more confident of the quality and will charge a fee, to discourage attendees who aren't serious.
A Zoom panel might look like thisIt turned out that my panel followed the one on brain chemistry in the same Zoom meeting room. Once my panel began, I found it comfortable to answer questions, which were channeled through a moderator. Her face filled the screen, making me feel like we were having a conversation, although I missed looking out at an audience of people to get their responses. It's hard to read faces in small boxes, plus most attendees turned off their video, so only their names appeared, and some Zoom hosts preferred to show only the panelists.
A benefit of online festival/conferences is attendees and presenters can come from anywhere in the world. One of WWC's most popular presenters zoomed in from Greece. If you've always longed to attend a conference held far away, you can go without the cost of airfare, hotel and meals, which can add up to far more than the fee for a conference weekend.
Another benefit of this year's online WWC is that most of the sessions were recorded. The organizers are gradually reviewing them and posting them on Youtube and other formats.
At the festival, WWC held several Zoom socials and parties, which I stayed away from. This was a mistake. People who went said they were fun and sometimes broke into into smaller groups, so everyone had a chance to get to know a few people well. As with most things, you get back what you put in. If you register for an online conference or festival, I'd advise treating it as though you were there in person. Get involved with as much as possible, including evening parties, which you can now attend dressed in pajamas from the waist down.
BUZZ WORDS and FIRST WORDS
I tried to put a reserve on a book, today. It didn't take because, apparently, I'd put a reserve on it already and had just forgotten. That was a surprise--not that I'd forgotten--but because it's not the kind of book I usually read. That got me to thinking about the buzz words that caught my eye. In this case it was the word, 'gothic' in the title, and 'distant mansion' and 'family secrets hidden' seemed to leap off the page and grab me.
Every week the library sends me a list of recent releases. Today's list said two books were charming. Not my cup of tea--ha ha--"charming" smacks of being a cozy.
Then there was this: ". . . just returned to England after a row with her husband, the British consul to Smyrna; Meacan Barlow, Cecily's childhood friend, now working as an illustrator. 1703 London: Cecily and Meacan are two of renowned collector Sir Barnaby Mayne's house guests when he is fatally stabbed. After a confession that can't possibly be true, the ladies hunt for the real killer. Cecily and Meacan are two of renowned collector Sir Barnaby Mayne's house guests when he is fatally stabbed. After a confession that can't possibly be true, the ladies hunt for the real killer."
I don't think Meacan is the husband, but this description is so confusing I had to wonder about the book, no matter how "richly textured" it was.
I was recently trapped because the psychological mystery (not much of one) was supposed to be set in Cornwall from where my family hails. The author, in her twenties, looked to be about 16 and perhaps that was the trouble, not her youthful looks, it's just that she was too young to capably dip into the psychology pool. About page 3 Munchhausen by Proxy had raised its head and after that it was pretty obvious where the story was headed.
Is the following a turnoff for anyone but me--"seeks her true reflection in two kindred cities" ? I'm not even sure what that means.
Of course, all this sounds very opiniated, but there are so many books and so little time to read the best of the best, and our descriptions, the words we choose, have to work hard to capture the eye of a reader. Never mind the comments on the back of the cover. I once saw a really good recommendation signed "the author's mother." According to an east coast newspaper women I interviewed back in the mists of time, publishers there think we'll buy a book because some well-known person recommends it.
Does anyone?
The first page of most books is generally a half page. On a reserve that just came in, the elderly men (I could have written 'old men' but 'elderly' is kinder) drinking coffee were variously described as: "a trio of geezers" "withered fools" with "flabby pink old-man lips" having heads that were "flaky bald" and who laughed like "agitated horses."
Yowsa! Too cruel for me to even want to turn the page. Which I didn't, I returned the book unread.
Picky. Picky. Picky, you say? Maybe, but those words made a first, bad impression on me.
The more I read, the more I write, the more I ponder. Such is the world of words.