They also did a wonderful job designing our brochure:
Our festival has a blog and here's a linkto follow for a description of the day:
This was the fourth EWF I've been involved with (though for my first one I just showed up and looked pretty) and I must say by the time the day rolled around I was glad to see the end of it. Don't get me wrong - I love the event and I love the sense of satisfaction of seeing a year's worth of hard work come together on a lovely afternoon in May. Three years ago I initiated a Q&A session that has been well-received and from which I derive so much pleasure that it should probably not be allowed.
But this year it felt like a slog. As I was loading the borrowed plants we used to brighten the venue from the local nursery (Little Tree - follow the link and patronize the hell out of them for their generosity) into my van at the end of the event I was drained. Physically and emotionally I was spent.
I still had a number of interviews to conduct for the local cable book show I host with fellow committee member and bookstore owner, Roxanne Beale once I got to the committee after party . The interviews went well (I think) and the party was a wonderful opportunity to decompress with my fellow committee members and better get to know the authors and their guests.
As I drove home in the best smelling car in the world (loaded with live flowers and likely a hundred and one bees) I was exhausted. It was a year's worth of execution all coming together and this time around it really felt like a year. I don't know exactly why this one took so much out of me and I'll ponder the reason over the coming weeks. All I know is that it's a worthwhile festival and it makes the spirit and soul of our community just a little bit richer each year.
Glutton for punishment that I am, I'm already thinking ahead to 2016.