Saturday, April 5, 2008

2008 Virginia Festival of the Book II





To continue with the report of our traveling to Charlottesville, VA a few weeks ago: After the mid-night excitement in Richmond we trundled on up Interstate 64 and arrived at the beautiful Omni Hotel in downtown, just off Market Street. Before dinner we took a walk around the old part of town in the late afternoon, then went to a lecture by John St. Augustine (Living an Uncommon Life: Essential Lessons from 21 Extraordinary People), who spoke on his own 'uncommon life'. Down and out with no immediate prospects for change, he was living with his wife and child in a less than elegant motel when 'an inner voice' told him to go on radio. Though he had no experience at such, he finally convinced a station owner to give him a one week show, which he converted to a decades long (so far) career. He is now a widely heard radio commentator and a producer for Oprah & Friends Radio. Very inspirational and upbeat.

Next morning Randy decided to wear his kilt to the event, and so dressed in hose, his Prince Charlie jacket, a white dress shirt with cuff links and studs, a bow tie, and his Bruce Hunting Tartan kilt. In the top of his hose he slid a hand-made sgian dubh (pronounced skee-an doo), and belted his sporran around his waist. I wound up wearing my jeans, a suit jacket, and a black tee-shirt. He was to the "nines" and I was just there. *sigh* When we walked into the meeting room on the first floor of the hotel, there were cameras and lights being set up. Seems that BookTV (C-Span2) was going to film/tape/record our panel discussion for future broadcast!

We were the least bit trepidatious at the prospect, but managed to settle down while chatting with the two authors who were joining us on the panel: Robert Marston Fanney and Jeff Winner. Both were witty and fun, and I hope they enjoyed themselves as much as we.

Robert (at left in the photo above) is the author of Luthiel's Song: Dreams of the Ringed Vale--the first novel in "an epic fantasy whose protagonist is a 15-year-old girl with a magical gift." Due out soon is the second in the series: Luthiel's Song, The War of Mists. Read more about his works and life at: www.luthielssong.com/

Jeff, from Southern Cali (obviously at right in the above pic), and his twin, then eleven-year-old, daughters, Brittany and Brianna, have written a fantasy titled The Strand Prophecy for young adults. The work features a dark superhero whose only "super" power is being able to think clearly and creatively. To check it out, go to http://strandprophecy.com/

Moderator Mayapriya Long kept us from going too far afield, but we were so talkative that all the questions were not asked, much less answered. If you would like to see the whole recorded discussion, Publishing Day: Successful Self-Publishing, tune in Saturday, April 19th, at 8:00 a.m. or 11:00 p.m. It may also be broadcast at some other times as well. Just keep watching the BookTV site for scheduling.

Afterward, we had lunch with our cousins Kirk and Norma Sheap, who drove from their home an hour away to meet with us. Though we had emailed back and forth for many years, we had never been able to converse face-to-face until then. We enjoyed talking family with them, since Kirk and I are both deeply infected by the "genealogy bug", and had a really good lunch at the hotel.

That evening we took the shuttle to and attended the "Authors' Reception" at Carr's Hill, on the grounds of the University of Virginia, where we were received by former Virginia Governor, the Honorable A. Linwood Holton (author of Opportunity Time), former Virginia First Lady, Jinks Holton, and Professor Woody Holton (who authored Unruly Americans). With all the authors and others who attended, it's a wonder we had time to speak with anyone else, but in addition to our fellow panelists, we had a nice chat with Bob Friedman of Hampton Roads Publishing, and actor Mike Farrell, of M*A*S*H* fame, both nice guys.

Being the only man in the room wearing a kilt, Randy got great attention. Unfortunately, I forgot to pack his plaid, which is a length of one's tartan worn pinned at the left shoulder and draped down the back. I think that would have garnered more neck-wrenching looks, especially from the ladies.

Before heading home, we stopped by Richmond for a meeting of the Virginia Production Alliance, a group of professionals and wannabes like us, who are working toward having more movies made in the Commonwealth. Great idea, and I hope they are successful. We might need the services of our "homey" movie makers WHEN we get our motion pictures made of our Robert The Bruce series. Please note I said "WHEN", not "if".

More about that next time, maybe, when the gatekeeper opens the Postern Gate for another day at the blog. Thanks for visiting, and y'all come back.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

2008 Virginia Festival of the Book

Well, here I am off to another late start in posting to the Postern Gate. No great surprise, right? Though I hope to get better each time, I haven't been able to set aside the time to write as regularly as I'd like. But this time I have a 'sort of' excuse: we were out of town.

We were invited to the Virginia Festival of the Book to be on a panel discussing "Successful Self-Publishing" last Saturday, March 29th. "He" and our son Ian had been to the annual event once before, but "She" never had. We were both impressed with the site (Omni Hotel Charlottesville), the wide array of subjects covered and activities planned, the quality of the people involved, and the way the staff and visitors managed the five-day event. Kudos to all!

Our friend of many years, Bob Friedman of Hampton Roads Publishing, is and for a decade or more has been a supporter of the festival, and he first broached the subject of our appearing on a panel at this year's festival. We agreed that we would be interested and subsequently received a more formal invitation and readily accepted. After several emails to iron out the details, it was a done deal.

Charlottesville, Virginia is a charming city, home to the University of Virginia and former home to one of "His" ancestors, who owned land in what is today the heart of the old city. It is also about three-and-a-half-hours' drive from our headquarters, an easy drive (considering that we have been to Florida twice already this year).

"She" is also a member of a group called James River Writers, which meets monthly in Richmond. Its March assembling was to be last Thursday evening, so we decided to leave home Thursday afternoon and attend the writers' group on our way to Charlottesville. Thinking we would arrive in time to mingle with the other writers before the program, we were soon disabused of that notion when we found ourselves part of a six-and-three-quarter-mile backup at the Hampton Roads Bridge Tunnel. However, the evening's program had just started when we got there. So, no mingling.

After the meeting we were too tired to continue the trip and so stayed overnight in a multi-story hotel on the north side of Richmond. We had been asleep for several hours when, along about 2:00 a.m., we heard a loud, sharp sound, like something breaking suddenly, or something hard hitting a window. That was all, until a few minutes later the lights started flashing and a siren sounded repeatedly. A male voice began announcing that there was an emergency, and ordering everyone to go immediately to the main entrance to the building, not to use the elevators but to take the stairs down to the first floor. Boy, that will clear your sleepy head in short order.

We got dressed and filed out into the third floor hall with the other hotel guests and descended the stairs in a rather lighthearted mood. No one smelled any smoke or seemed nervous. The hotel was evacuated completely in minutes. A fire truck pulled up in front with lights flashing, and a ladder truck appeared at the rear of the hotel, but still there was no outward sign that there was difficulty with the structure. So, after a short while we all re-entered the lobby and most made their ways back to their rooms. Maybe twenty had to visit the front desk to obtain keys, having left theirs behind in their haste.

We still don't know what caused the commotion. "He" asked at the desk when checking out the next morning and received some folderol about "someone smoking in the hall", but then, what was the loud noise we heard?

How did it get so late?! Guess I'll have to continue this another day. Maybe tomorrow. We'll see. CDHB