Each
May, the Sydney Writers’ Festival rolls around and I look at the program of
events, highlight a few that interest me and then… do nothing about it. I
realized the other day that the last time I went to the Writers’ Festival was
in 2004 with school, (I’ve still got the ticket stub for it somewhere).
But
this year, seeing how writing is what I want to do and what I love doing, what
I’m passionate about, I thought that it would be beneficial – productive – if I
went to something. So I consulted the program and chose three events that
sounded interesting (there were others, but other factors had to be taken into
consideration) and, as luck would have it, they were all on the same afternoon.
I’m not going to go into the nitty-gritty details of each of the three events
because it won’t mean anything, but I do want to make a few observations.
