The Saugatuck StoryFest '19 kicked off last night with Ray Bradbury biographer Sam Weller, space lover and writer Kate Howells, and new media artist, Balam Soto, with an evening of talking about science fiction, planetary possibilities (cool as f#$%), and galactic artistry.
This morning are scheduled school visits for Tiffany Jackson, L.L. McKinney and Nic Stone, followed by an evening of Monster Songs and Mallory O'Meara's The Lady From the Black Lagoon.
Author panels to come on Saturday.
I was intrigued by the ways that artistry, science, storytelling and possibility were woven by last night's speakers and couldn't help but wonder if there was a kid in the audience, a young mind like Bradbury once had, who attended the Westport Library already planting seeds for his or her futuristic imaginations of the future. What isn't a part of today's dreams and hopes, may have found potential in the young minds in the house.
Looking forward to the adventure of the day, welcoming out-of-town guests and sharing southern Connecticut with so many (but also hoping that the fallen-leaf mold allergies would leave my nostrils and chest alone - sorry for the coughing to last night's speakers).
But it's time to head to Westhill High School. And I'm Off.
This morning are scheduled school visits for Tiffany Jackson, L.L. McKinney and Nic Stone, followed by an evening of Monster Songs and Mallory O'Meara's The Lady From the Black Lagoon.
Author panels to come on Saturday.
I was intrigued by the ways that artistry, science, storytelling and possibility were woven by last night's speakers and couldn't help but wonder if there was a kid in the audience, a young mind like Bradbury once had, who attended the Westport Library already planting seeds for his or her futuristic imaginations of the future. What isn't a part of today's dreams and hopes, may have found potential in the young minds in the house.
Looking forward to the adventure of the day, welcoming out-of-town guests and sharing southern Connecticut with so many (but also hoping that the fallen-leaf mold allergies would leave my nostrils and chest alone - sorry for the coughing to last night's speakers).
But it's time to head to Westhill High School. And I'm Off.
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