Chewing the Fat

For those times that I want to blather on about whatever.

Good morning bloggers

I’m back from my jaunt to the island. 

Now, you know how I blogged on Friday about all the things I had to do before I went charging out the door.  Well, when we got into the car, I felt quite smug that I had managed to do everything, with a couple of minutes to spare.  It wasn’t until we were soaring down the highway at a good clip, that I realized that maybe, just maybe, I had forgotten a thing or two. 

See, I had thrown, not one, but two pairs of perfectly good, stand-in-front-of-a-group-of-people-and-blather-about-my-books pants, tops.  I remembered to bring a good-for-me-horrifying-to-Jenny pair of shoes.  I felt quite pleased that I had remembered this item, because the last time I had a fancy outing when I was there, Lee’s birthday and the bookstores anniversary, I brought a very nice outfit, but I had forgotten to bring shoes and had to dig up a grotty pair of sandals out of the dust ladened closet of our cabin, shake them off and wear them.  Would have been fine, except it was the dead of winter and pouring buckets of rain.

What I realized I had forgotten to fling into my recyclable grocery bag, was undergarments. 

Not so bad, some of you might be thinking.  Who would know?  Go commando. 

Fine, I understand your thinking.  However, going commando on the bottom half is one thing.  Going commando on the top, after nursing three children, is quite another! 

And yes, I did have a bra on at the time.  But it was one of those bras that no sane woman would ever admit to having.  It was an old faithful, that should have been discarded years ago, that practically covers the body from the collar bone all the way down to the bottom of the ribs.  No, under-wire.  Very comfortable, great to write in.  Very ugly, and unless one is wearing a blouse that has no dip what-so-ever, one is fine.

Unfortunately, the two tops that I had packed, both dipped quite fetchingly.

I felt a slight jolt of panic but then I soothed myself with a “Never mind, Meg.  I am sure you will have some old bra that won’t be a complete embarrassment, stuffed into one of the drawers up at the cabin. 

Well...Let me just put it this way, any bra that has been left at the cabin to molder, is there for a reason. 

Luckily, there were underwear.  But the bra situation was a little more dire.  There was one, and only one that fit and did not show.

Where this bra came from?  I have no idea.  I can’t imagine ever buying such a thing.  But I must have, because there it was.  There were two of them actually.  A black one and a flesh colored one.  I am certain neither one had ever been worn.  The tags were off, but they had that stiff gleam of the untried.  I must have had a moment of insanity when Don and I first got together and raced out to the store to buy something remotely female, had no idea about bra styles anymore, since it had been years and years since I’d last purchased one, and ended up with these mis-guided mistakes.

They had a built in under pad, under-wire (which is something I totally avoid) They were stiff and unyielding.  How unyielding I would discover later.  I was just relieved when I found the black one because even though it made my boobs look ridiculously zaftig.  It was relatively invisible under my shirt.

It wasn’t until we got into the car to go to the event and I went to strap in, that I had my first inkling that I shouldn’t be feeling quite so pleased.  As my arm went across my chest it was like banging into a semi-solid object.  No give, no squish.  More like banging up against a super-large cardboard egg carton.  Slightly thinner than an egg cartoon though because as more pressure was exerted, the damn bra cup would sort of pop and invert, like it was hollow!  Never mind that I am not only filling whatever the under pad is not, but I am spilling out of it like a merry milkmaid.  The darn cups are making a hollow knock sound and inverting!

Anyway, wouldn’t you know it, there was a lot of hugging when I arrived.  I made sure not to look anyone in the face after a hug, so I wouldn’t see the rather surprised expression on their faces, like...is she wearing falsies?

I love reading at this store.  Weird bra and all.  Seonaid was there and Lee brought her grand-daughter Olivia (who is a writer as well) and cookies.  Her grand-son was there but he was too young to stay for the reading and so he and his grand-daddy went for a walk.  There were so many friendly faces.  Some that I knew and some that I didn’t.  It was a different Q&A than I usually have, most of the questions were writerly ones.

After the reading, there was the usual signing of books and Lee gave me a beautiful journal.  But of course, this is the island, so nothing is the usual, and this did not prove to be the exception to the rule.  Mario came.  Mario is one of those people that you’ve never met before, but the minute you look into his face, you feel like you have known each other for a very long time.  Anyway, as well as the pink copy of Porcupine, that he is reading on his breaks at the construction site, and roaring at his co-workers (I put the roaring part in, because it amused me.  Mario doesn’t seem like the roaring type.) “Don’t laugh.  It’s a good book!” Anyway, that story alone, made my heart happy.  But then, even better, he went out to his truck and brought back this long wooden instrument for me to sign.  That’s not the good part though, the good part is that after I signed it, we asked him if he would play a little bit and he did, and I have to tell you, this didgeridoo thing, when he blows into it, it’s low rumble, goes right through you.  It’s a real good feeling.

So, even though I had a very uncomfortable and odd cone collapsing bra, I had a wonderful time, and should probably quit blogging and go work on my manuscript so that some day I can have another book published and come back to read at this bookstore again.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Monday, June 09, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

Yikes!

I’m way behind time.  We leave in 40 minutes and I still have to throw some things in a bag.  Save what I was working on today, pack it up, with a laptop and that little information stick thing.  I also have to cook the rest of the cookie dough for on the road deliciousness and a zillion other things.

So, have a great weekend everybody!  The sun finally forced it’s way through all that rain, Karen and I had a lovely walk, Will is drumming downstairs and I can feel my chair in my writing room vibrate with all the exuberance.  Spring feels like it has arrived.  I’m off!

Posted by Meg Tilly on Friday, June 06, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

Spring Hatching

I just found out that Karen (K.C. Dyer) is going to be my table partner at the CWILL Spring Hatching, next weekend.  Yay!  That will be fun.  Now I’ll have somebody cozy to chat with when there is a lull.  I wonder if she’s going to want to do something special with our table.  I was just planning to bring a stack of books and a pen.  She has a fancy sign that unrolls and has a stand and it looks very eye-catching.  But I’m not very good at presentational stuff.  I’ve heard that the authors and illustrators go all out with decorations, and I am going early to help Kathy Shoemaker ( a very talented illustrator, and a nice lady to boot) decorate.  But I can do that kind of thing, where someone else has the artistic vision and they just point me in a direction with a stapler or a hunk of flowers or a stack of chairs and tells me what to do.  But to envision how to make it look festive and come together, not my strong suit. 

I could decorate our table like a birthday party, with streamers and balloons, but neither one of us has a Birthday Book coming out.  As a matter of fact, we both write for Young Adult, so a celebratory birthday theme might scare away the very people we want to attract.  However, if we did do a party theme, then I’d have an excuse to have a nice stash of candy for us to nibble on, to pass the day.

Hmm...maybe I better stick with my stack of books, post-it notes and a pen plan. 

Anyway, Karen and I are scheduled to go for a walk tomorrow, the weather permitting, because it has been raining here like it thinks it’s Fall.  And if we do brave the weather, I’m sure we’ll figure out something good. 

And if you do come to our Spring Hatching, even if our table is boring, we are not, and there will be plenty of fanciful tables for you to admire.

This weekend I’m going to be away.  Doing a reading and puttering around at a place where I don’t have Internet.  So, I’ll blog tomorrow, but probably not again until Sunday night or Monday morning. 

Have a great weekend everybody!

Posted by Meg Tilly on Thursday, June 05, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

Hello

Just had a nice conversation with my daughter on the phone.  There is a raccoon making a nest in the wall by her bed.  It is very noisy.  I hope they catch it before it scratches it’s way through the wall.  Raccoons can be pretty grouchy, and my daughter has two cats and a large dog, so it would be a clawing, yowling, fur-flying jamboree.  Not to mention, all the scratching and scraping noises must make it hard to sleep. 

I am sitting on the sofa, right now, next to Don.  He is watching game six of the Stanley Cup Playoffs.  I am blogging to you and nibbling on playoff popcorn.  Detroit is leading 1-0 but Pittsburgh has a power play.  Uh..oh… I just heard “Crosby is hurt and he is coming off.” This is not good for the Penguins.  Hopefully, it’s only a bloody nose or something. 

I’m not looking up.  I don’t want to see.  I hate it when people get hurt. 

As a matter of fact, maybe I’ve showed enough wifely support and will go upstairs and pick away at some more of my manuscript.  Bye for now.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Wednesday, June 04, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

a rainy evening chat

I don’t have much to say.  It’s been raining pretty non-stop today.  Have just been puttering around eating fudge, sipping tea and writing.  It’s going slow, but forward, so I’m feeling relatively content. 

I can’t believe that Will is in his last week of grade 11 classes.  After that, a week of exams.  Then he’s off for summer vacation and Don and I will have to get used to a quieter house.  Grade 12 next year.  Where does the time go? 

If I get to live to be 72, then I am already 2/3’s of the way through my life. 

I guess that’s the overall thing that is on my mind.  Am I using my time wisely.  Wanting to make sure I am not squandering the days. 

For a while it made me want to lock myself in my room and write like a woman possessed.  But I seem to be backing away a bit.  Releasing the tight grip.  I don’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing or if it is neither.  But, I want to make sure that I don’t forget to leave myself some leisure time.  Daydreaming time.  Wandering around the house and yard time.  Making fudge time.  (By the way, the fudge was very good.  We will probably finish up the last of it by mid-day tomorrow.) I want to make sure that I am allowing balance to be present in my life, not always having to accomplish and strive to be more, better, write deeper. 

In twenty years from now, my movies won’t be playing on cable anymore.  Most of them you can’t even rent in the video stores.  Video itself is getting phased out.  In twenty years from now, none of the bookstores will be selling my books, no matter how much people love them today.  And the libraries will have cleared them from their shelves to make way for new books, by new writers, or the better old ones. 

So, how do I want to spend my time.  How much do I have left?  Will I be able to let go gracefully when my time comes, or will I be terrified and fighting and scratching and clinging on for dear life.  And what happens to me when I’m gone?  What happens to the person I’ve worked so hard to uncover?  Does it all just disappear?  Does ones essence linger on?  Is there awareness after one passes?  Or is it nothing?  Just gone?  Will my children know how much I loved them?  Or will they be sad, but relieved as well?  Have I been a good mother?  If so, will I continue to be one?  If not, why?  It’s not for lack of trying.  But maybe all that trying and love is crippling, stifling?  I don’t know.  I just hope my children know, now and forever, that they are loved.  Will always be loved, whether I am with them or not.

Now, this is the interesting thing about blogging.  I never would have guessed that this was what was going to come out when I sat down to say hello.  I figured I’d chat a little about this and that.  A couple of sentences and then sign off.  Oh well, up it goes.  Have a good night everybody. 

Posted by Meg Tilly on Tuesday, June 03, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

Finally

After four days of being stuck and trying to plow my way through, I finally figured out what it was that was hanging me up. 

I started to take it down a wrong path, the writing was fine, connected in it’s own way, but it wasn’t where it was supposed to go.  It was incorrect for that particular character’s journey and the manuscript on the whole.  If I had continued in that direction, the whole flavor would have been changed.  And so everything ground to a halt.  It didn’t matter, over the next several days, how many times, or from which angle I tried to approach the next piece, nothing seemed right. 

I was starting to feel quite frustrated and in a great deal of doubt about continuing with this project, but then this morning, it’s like the fog lifted and I realized that I’d have to go back and rewrite, repair the last two segments and that that was what was making the next section so impossible.  And I did.  And it worked.

I am so relieved.  I’ve decided to make a delicious batch of fudge to celebrate.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Sunday, June 01, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

Go Phil!

I just got this email from my sister and I thought I would share the news!

Phil just made the final table of the first event of the
world series of poker (which will be televised in the fall) If you
want to follow along as it happens go to cardplayer.com, click on Pot
Limit 10,00 world championship live updates.  Phil is number 4 in chip
counts He has a real good shot at winning his first bracelet!

Yay Phil!  The family is rooting for you.  For those of you who don’t know, Phil is my sister, Jennifer’s boyfriend, and they have been together long enough and happily enough that Phil qualifies as part of the family.  Phil (Laak) is also known to the poker world as “The Unabomber.” He is a kick-ass professional poker player and a super nice guy.  He came to Vancouver a little while back for the titanic battle of the robots versus the humans and every time Phil and his partner would play a hand the robot guys would punch in a bunch more data into the robots.  And it was an epic battle but Phil and his partner walked away the heroes.  It was close, but they did it.  The humans triumphed over the robots.  And then we all went out for Chinese food and conversation and it was fun

Anyway, Phil, we know you have the skill and the c_____s and the rest of it is in the hands of the Poker Gods and we all have our fingers crossed that the cards go your way.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Sunday, June 01, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

stuck

Still stuck with the writing.  Can’t seem to get down to that true place.  Am trying to leave the critic outside the door, but even then, it’s like my fingers are refusing to cooperate.  Wonder if I am burned out?  That maybe it has been so hard for the last few days because this manuscript is not substantial enough to sustain itself. 

Hope tomorrow goes better. 

Posted by Meg Tilly on Saturday, May 31, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

trying to write

Ever since I wrote that I’d had a good writing day, my writing has been like plowing through sludge.  Slow going.  Total resistance.  For the last two days, I haven’t gotten my minimum required pages completed.  As a matter of fact, if you added the last two days work, it would only equal slightly more than the required pages for one.

Not only that, but it looks like today is going to be day number three of the why-am-I-doing-this-and-I’m-a-terrible-untalented-hack litany.

Sigh.

I think after I finish this manuscript I am going to take a long, long break from all things writing.  And yes, I am aware that that sentence doesn’t make strutural or logical sense, but it makes belly-sense, so I am leaving it in.

Okay, well, that’s enough of a “coffee break.” I’m back to the writing. 

Posted by Meg Tilly on Friday, May 30, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

a full house

I am sitting on the sofa with my laptop perched on top of a cushion that is resting over my thighs.  I do this, because I don’t like the feel of the electrical rays penetrating my body.  I’m sure they still are, but somehow they don’t feel quite as weird when they are muffled by a pillow.

The reason I am sitting here in the family room blogging, instead of being tucked in my writing room working on my manuscript is that Dave and his friend have come over on their two days off to go mountain biking up at Whistler.  And yesterday they came downstairs (to my shock) at 8:30 am for breakfast.  Usually they are much later risers. 

They woke up early because it is quite a drive to Whistler and they wanted to get a good day of biking in.  Last night they said they were going to go back today, and I figured, it’s just as long a drive today as it was yesterday, so I didn’t want to go into my writing room and start working, because the minute I got my head back into the story, I’d have to come out and cook up their omelets.  I’ve got all the fixings laid out on the counter, from the early pre-take-Will-to-school-crowd’s breakfasts. 

Well, here it is a few minutes to nine, and there is no sign of the boys.  Correction, young men. 

Wait, I just looked up and saw that I had titled this blog, full house.  Our house has been busy.  A family member has been staying with us for the last while.  The other night Will had a friend over.  Then there’s Dave and Derek who come from the Island to see us, but also to careen down mountains at breakneck speeds that I don’t even want to contemplate.  When I heard that my boy liked indulging in a little mountain biking, I pictured peaceful off road riding.  Pedaling serenely, enjoying the flora and fauna.  Nicely built, hard packed dirt paths.  A picnic perhaps.

Well yesterday, I found out that they take a chair lift up the mountain.  Okay, I thought.  A chair lift up to the nice parkland area where they tool around and enjoy the wilderness.  But then at dinner I noticed that Dave had a scrape on his arm.  “What’s that?” I said.  “How did that happen? Oh no.”

“It’s nothing, Mom,” Dave said.  And I know I shouldn’t have fluttered and fussed, he is a grown man.  I know I shouldn’t have woken up in the middle of the night and spent a good portion of what should have been sleeping time, staring up into the darkness, remembering Derek letting it slip that the kind of mountain biking they did yesterday was the kind where the chair lift takes you up the mountain, SO YOU CAN CAREEN FULL TILT BACK DOWN!  Good God!  I didn’t even know people did that kind of thing.  It’s madness!  It’s crazy!  Who would do something like that?

My son. 

Anyway, he’s a grown man, otherwise, I would throw myself in front of the chair lift, arms outstretched.  I would be like those protesters who chain themselves to trees, but it would be my son I’m trying to save. 

Thank god he’s a careful sort.  Well, that’s what I tell myself.  Don said, last night when I woke him up with my worry, “It’s a guy-thing, Meg.  He’s always loved sports.  Guys do these things.  It’s what we do.  Look at me, I’m always coming home from hockey with scrapes and bruises, I’ve broken things, dislocated my shoulder, almost had my eye gouged out and still I go to hockey.  Why?  Because I like it.  It’s fun!”

And that’s supposed to make me feel better?

Posted by Meg Tilly on Wednesday, May 28, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

writing

I spent the day writing.

You know, we’ve all heard about the authors who are able to whip out a complete manuscript in three weeks.  What I want to know is, how do they do it?  I mean, forget about writing anything good, or comprehensible, maybe it is, maybe it isn’t.  What I want to know is how do they physically manage to type out all those words in such a short space of time.  I have been at my desk for eight hours, minus a one hour break, and I would consider today, a pretty successful writing day, as far as my writing days go.  It was slow, but I wrote 4 double spaced pages, which is one more than my required daily quota.

An adult fiction manuscript is a minimum of 200 pages.  That is the bare minimum, most are longer.  So, how do they do it?!

Don and I watched a biography of a well-known author and he would lock himself in a hotel room, and in three weeks would emerge with a completed manuscript in hand.  He was a multi New York Times bestseller.  Once he would finish a manuscript that would be it.  He wouldn’t rewrite.  It was done.  Finished. 

How could his fingers type out that many words, let alone, his brain must have been mush.  And his shoulders must have been one huge knot from being hunched over his typewriter pounding out those words.  I don’t even want to contemplate what his butt must have felt like after sitting for so many hours on end? 

I’m not jealous of the books he wrote, because it seemed, watching the documentary, that the pleasure for him was in the spending of the enormous amounts of money he made.  What I am envious of, is, can you imagine if one could write, what needed to come out, but to be able to do it in such an expedient fashion that there was still hours and days and weeks of free wheeling indulgence.  Sleeping in, cooking elaborate meals and eating them.  Long uninterrupted walks where the work wasn’t calling to you. 

You have something you want to explore, you sit down and three weeks later that itch is scratched.  It would be an interesting sensation, that’s for sure.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Tuesday, May 27, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

New Westminster Secondary School

Ilona Beiks, from The Vancouver International Writers Festival’s outreach program contacted me to see if I’d be interested in visiting New Westminster Secondary School to do an authors talk.  Of course, I was delighted to go. 

The school from the outside, doesn’t look too impressive.  Is in desperate need of an update, a paint job.  However, when we walked in one of the first things I noticed were these amazing prom dresses, created out of paper and cardboard and stuff.  Some of them were really truly stunning.  There was a few that I could actually see wearing proudly, not even caring that they were made of something other than fabric.  It was like high fashion.  So creative and full of whimsy.

I was very surprised when Laurie walked up to me.  She is the photographer who took the picture of me that I have at the back of my novel, Porcupine.  I didn’t know she had transfered to that school.

We were a little early so, Sarah, looking very spiffy, took us into the back room in the library and we chatted.  At the very start of my talk, all of a sudden I felt a little nervous, just for a flash.  I wanted so much to connect with these teens, but I wasn’t sure if anyone would be open to what I had to say.  And then I just said to myself, “Do the best you can.  You are here for a reason.” So, I put it aside and trusted that whatever I chose to read would be the right thing, and who ever needed to hear what I had to say, would. 

Well, it was wonderful.  The teens were great.  I didn’t want it to be over, so it was lucky for them that the bell rang after an hour and 1/4 because honestly, I would have read and talked with them until the cows came home.

I was very moved and honored by some of the conversations I had afterwards.  A couple in particular, I will hold forever in my heart. 

Thank you to the Vancouver International Writers Festival and HSBC for sponsoring this visit.  I am so, so, glad I went.  And to top it all off, I have the lovely bouquet of flowers that Sarah gave me, sitting in a vase full of water on our kitchen table, smiling at me.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Monday, May 26, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

Playoff Popcorn

Tonight, according to my husband, is the start of a Stanley Cup Playoff of epic proportions.  “The greatest Stanley Cup playoff of all time!  The Detroit Redwings going head to head with the Pittsburgh Penguins.  What could be better?”

Um...I don’t know.  Lots of things.

Anyway, as my long-time bloggers know, hockey doesn’t ring my bell, but that doesn’t mean I’m not all excited for Don.  I’ve just finished making the Playoff Popcorn and I know most of you already know how to make popcorn, but for those of you that don’t, I will go step-by-step.  It is really very easy.

Playoff Popcorn
Ingredients:  corn oil, un-popped popcorn kernels, butter, Parmesan cheese (I use fresh finely grated as well as Kraft Parmesan in the shaker,) and if you can find it, white truffle olive oil. 

The truffle oil is kind of pricey but you only need a little dab of it to make everything taste great.  I drizzle a little bit of it in my potato leek cream soup and it really gives it that extra something.  You also can use a titch in mashed potatoes, scrambled eggs, pasta etc.  So, if you do splurge on it, you won’t regret it. (Unless you hate the taste of truffle oil, and then you’ve just wasted a bunch of money)

Put a large colander with a dinner plate under it to catch butter drippings, or large bowl on the counter by the stove.

Place:

-2 tablespoons of corn oil.
-1 cup of popcorn kernels

Into a medium sized pan with a well fitting lid.  Put on stove and turn the heat onto medium-high.  (A little closer to the medium side.) DO NOT walk away from the kitchen.  Popcorn takes a couple of minutes to start popping, but once it is going, it happens pretty fast.

Don’t forget to wear pot-holders on both hands, unless you have the type of pot where the handles don’t get hot. 

Give the pot a good shake every now and then, to move the kernels around.  Even before the corn starts popping.

Once the popcorn starts popping, hold the lid on tight and give the pot a good shake around every eight seconds or so.  This is too keep the popcorn moving inside so the bottom won’t burn. 

When enough popcorn has popped so that it starts forcing the lid off the pot, pour some of the popped popcorn into the waiting colander or bowl. 

Repeat until all the kernels have popped and you can count to ten without another piece popping.

Remove immediately from heat and turn off the stove.

Now you have popcorn! (What you do next is totally up to you.  You can melt a little butter in the hot pan you just popped the corn in and pour that on and sprinkle a little salt in it.  You can make some carmel and scatter some pecans in the popcorn and make carameled corn.  OR you can make my playoff popcorn.)

-Melt 1/2 cup of butter in the hot pan.  (You don’t need to turn the stove on.  Just plop the butter in the pan and swirl it around until it is melted.  I don’t do this over heat, because you don’t want the butter to burn.
-Add 1/4 a teaspoon of white truffle olive oil (if you have it.  If you don’t, no worries, it’s tastes good without.)
-Shake some of the Kraft Parmesan into the butter (it’s totally up to you how much you want to do.  I do maybe 7-8 shakes)
-Pour the butter mix over the popped popcorn. 
-Shake more Kraft Parmesan cheese and sprinkle a handful of grated fresh cheese, and a sprinkling of salt.

Stir.

-Add more cheese and salt to taste.

Stir again.

And then… DEVOUR!

P.S.  And don’t worry if all you have is the Kraft Parmesan and don’t have access to the fresh stuff.  I just wrote the recipe that way, because when I made this up, that was what I had in the house.  Anyway you make it, it’s going to taste good!

Posted by Meg Tilly on Saturday, May 24, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

I don’t know how to insert the flicker image.

I’ve just checked and apparently, I’ve posted the Spring Hatching image wrong and it is a line of information instead of a picture.  Oh well.  For those of you who are curious, it is supposed to be a cute chick coming out of an egg.  Sigh.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Saturday, May 24, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

Spring Hatching

Hello,
The children’s writers and illustrators group that I belong to (CWILL) is having a Spring Book Hatching.  It is open to the public.  Last year was the first time they did it (I was out of town) but it was a rousing success and over 500 people attended.  It is a great way to spend the afternoon and best of all… IT’S FREE! 

Blackberry Books is one of our sponsors and will be selling books.  So if an author or illustrator that is listed below is a favorite of a child in your life, you could purchase a book and have them personalize it.  To give the book that extra special touch.

So, I’ve attached the information and I hope I’ve successfully attached the colourful image that was designed by one of CWILL’s very talented illustrators.  (I will post the name if someone in the know, emails it to me.)

Come Celebrate Children’s Literature at the Second Annual

http://www.flickr. com/photos/ cwillbcphotos/ 2494763743/

Just in time for summer reading, the Children’s Writers and Illustrators of BC (CWILL BC) is pleased to announce the second annual Spring Book Hatching, a special event to celebrate the release of the latest books by local authors and artists.

CWILL BC is a lively group of published writers and illustrators for children. With close to 150 members across British Columbia, we exchange information about creating literary works for young people, we support one another and we help promote our books. Our volunteer, cooperative organization also communicates with other arts groups, schools and libraries in BC and Canada. Spring Book Hatching is hosted by CWILL BC, Pandora’s Collective, and the Vancouver Public Library.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Saturday, May 24, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

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