(8 june 2011)
there are moments when you expect everything to be crazy easy and then it isn’t. then there are other times where you’re certain you’ll have to make a horrible fuss to get what you want, and then everything falls in your lap.
i worked the lit fest last weekend. a week ago, i wrote the volunteer coordinator asking if i could be assigned to the biography panel. she said, very kindly, that there was absolutely no way.
the assignments were being handed out first come, first serve and were entirely random. the system could not accomodate requests.
i’m standing in a cluster of author escorts at university center when the assignments are handed out. and yet, i know what my random assignment is before i even get it. somehow it’s not even a shock to see the words.
assignment: author escort. hotel blake. 11:15. the art of biography.