I should’ve learned from my own experience mommy-(and my-cat-fluffy-) blogging: Never promise a follow-up post “tomorrow.” Sure, you’ve got about one day’s wiggle-room thanks to the International Date Line, but that’s rarely enough time for anyone with a life (or, actually, small children. There are plenty of lives that make “forgetting to blog” a lot less easy)
By-the-bye: For various reasons (the non-vendor-mentioning policy, having mislaid my uplink-cord-thingy) I’m not putting the pictures I took at the booth up here. I will upload them to my photo-share site, Flickr, but probably not until closer to the end of the month. Until then enjoy the baby/toddler pictures)
The second half of my stint at the booth was pretty much more of the same, though I did indulge myself in a bit of paradigm-breaking. Or, to put it less kindly, popping out of the booth space with a relentless cheerful “Hi, there!” But only twice. After all, if the conference attendee has gone to the trouble of making glancing-but-non-committal eye-contact (there’s a real art to combining pleasant sociability with a clear decision to Have Nothing to Do With That Booth Rep, mkay? Thx!)–? Hardly sporting.
Later, Julie of Yakima, WA asked about how the Washington (State) Summer Reading Blog went, and I offered to run-and-find-out (later, of course, see Saturday’s post about having my arterial blood internet connection removed) and about blogging in general. Answer: Pretty darn well actually. I read some nice SF and F reviews (my speciality-interest) from a teen rejoicing in the screen handle: Proginoskes unXed. Kids like that just warm the cockles of my heart.
Julie’d had a requirement to maintain a blog for library school and, as with most social-experiences-made-into-class-requirements, hadn’t found it that compelling. After all, since she didn’t really have anything she wanted or needed to say, what’s the point–? Not her cuppa. (Hah! Little does she know how many bloggers out there have noooooo problem with that one. Hey. Quit looking at me like that–!) On the other hand, the Stevens County Rural Library maintained a book review blog that she enjoyed stopping by regularly: their Virtual Book Club. She found this to be a terrific option for library staff and patrons (I agree) who come up against short hours, constrained budgets and long (and sometimes impassable) country roads…
We talked about possibilities for blogging the Washington State Library Association’s Annual Conference (pretty good) and a bit of local politics (Here your friendly neighborhood blogatrix censors herself: this really isn’t the place, and besides the nice people at P.L.A. were quite clear about not using actual descriptions of politicians inappropriate language. Nope. Not even a link.)
Cathy G. of Bainbridge, WA stopped by to discuss progress and libraries: Even if it seems to put staff on the bleeding edge, constantly courting discombobulation, she prefers that to hide-bound suspicion of new things. Happily, we both agreed that Washington Libraries (for better or worse) tended toward the former; from teen video game programs to virtual book clubs.
“Libraries today are about so much more than just a book to read.”
Agreed! But it still seems as if we have a tough job getting the word out to our patrons (even when we’re married to ‘em!)
And with that, the next shift of booth staffers began to trickle in, and our remaining time was spent in the usual changing-of-the-guard trivia.
Shift done, it was time sit down in the Green Room Exhibitor’s Lounge and type up the notes. I suppose I’m a small-town gal: The big time was interesting, but really–? I like the town fair or the high school cafeteria booths better. The hugs and squeals (from the rug rats) and the chance to Talk Book with an enthusiastic teen-ager are way more fun. On the other hand, having a note pad (or, as it could have been, a computer) to hand, rather than face-paints or badge-maker puts a distance between you and the experience. So maybe that’s not an entirely fair assessment.
Thoughts for another day. Until then: (should it ever arrive) ‘tchau!
K. Edwards, Teen Services Librarian, mom, sometime-blogger.