Skibwee
I love being on the inside. Doesn’t everyone? Doesn’t everyone covet a backstage pass, a private invitation, the inside scoop? That little bit of special that distinguishes you from everyone else. *sigh* Of course, we’re all on the inside of something: a best friendship with its own grab-bag of memories, a marriage, a job that uses lots of acronyms, basically an exclusionary code to distinguish the ins from the outs. It’s important to us, that to someone or at some place or in some way, we are special, distinct.
So I’m really enjoying, on a very minor scale, helping with the registration for the SCBWI Fall Phillyconference. (If you’re interested, you can find more information here.) I love the whole SCBWI (Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators) organization: it’s cheerful, well-run, respected and useful, almost a union for children’s writers, particularly the as-yet unpublished among us. Skibwee (which is how I say SCBWI) creates community when we would otherwise be struggling separately. Skibwee lets us peek into the inside of the world of writing, agents and publishing — and makes it all seem possible. It’s like the smell of coffee in the early morning — it promises good things if you get off your arse and get moving.
Which rather makes me think that I should get back to writing. Or at least get back to relaying the patio.
