When running a booth at a festival, there’s so much to do.
I’ve been flying around like crazy trying to make sure everything’s in order for this weekend. Got my banner designed and printed, cards to hand out, the table and chairs ready to go, over four hours of music to loop, book stands, and of course copies of my children’s book My Family Is Different.
I’ve also added some special touches since the Pagan Picnic is where my people are. I’ve collected leaves and flowers to decorate the table with, and made little bouquets of wildflowers to give the kids. There’s something about having something to hand out for free that always speaks to me. I don’t write to make money. Sure it’s nice to be compensated for my work, but the point of this particular story originated with the idea of spreading a positive message.
I took my kids to the library yesterday and found myself kind of lost. Our branch is closed for renovation so we went to the headquarters location. It’s great, but I fled to the nonfiction children’s section to help my girls pick out books because the fiction section held so many stories that seemed to be printed for the sake of printing.
I’m not trying to belittle anyone’s work, and I don’t think that every story has to pander a specific message. But there are only so many books one can read in a lifetime and choosing stories that will offer something beyond just entertainment is important to me.
I’m also weirded out by the modern movement of people who are offended by children’s books with messages. As long as it has a good story that conveys the message without being preachy I don’t see what the problem is.
Maybe that’s the mom in me. Not only have I given birth to children, but I have this book about religious diversity and acceptance. The story poured out of my in a simplistic style that’s all about love. I didn’t think about a message or publishing it when I jot it down on a notepad. It just came to life.
Hopefully that life will continue to thrive as I get out and talk with people this weekend. I fear I’ll forget something like pens for signing. haha