Knowlton Literary Festival

Who knew this would happen? Not me. Especially not me a few years ago when I first attended the festival with my mom on the opening night. 

I listened to the local author panel answer questions, looked over their work for sale at the tables bordering the small room at the festival, and held onto my book proposal letter in the hopes I'd either, A: Find *that* important person to make my dream come true. B: Have the courage to hand over said letter to said person. Neither happened.

I found the courage to ask questions at a workshop and discussion, but sadly didn't get what I needed. However, it did light a fire under me and now I find myself in the count down to being a participant! 

I don't know exactly what to expect, honestly. But I will be there with my books and tea, pen in hand, ready to sign copies, and will hopefully have the answers to the questions asked by both fans of my writing and writers themselves. 

If I can at least be the person I searched for at the festival, before I was published, I'll be more than happy.