I mean, this is an event I want to be at someday, but I had no idea how to navigate it. There were rows and rows of tables with publishers and individual authors and I walked up and down the rows and smiled at all the people, but I had no clue what to say to anyone.
The festival is put on by rain taxi, a quarterly review of books. And they obviously know what they are doing. It was a very vibrant scene, with people everywhere, talking to authors, about authors, about books of all kinds. There were bookstores showcasing authors, three different stages for author talks, a children's pavilion, and even a used book store.
But all I could really do was smile and gape, and decide that next year, I will plan ahead. I will look at the schedule ahead of time, and figure out which talks I would like to hear, which publishers I would like to talk to, which authors I want to meet.
Or maybe, I'll be at one of those tables, smiling at all the gaping people walking by. Stranger things have happened.
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