Today was the final day of this year’s LitFest. It began with a ten o’clock poetry workshop, by Peter Anderson, followed by a Gourd Circle (much like a “talking stick:” a gourd is passed around, and whomever has the gourd recited a poem of theirs or someone else’s, or told a story). The closing event was Craig Childs, giving a presentation on his just-published book, Atlas of a Lost World. I’ve known his writings for at least two decades, and even had a good friend of his as a boss for about four years; but I never met him until a couple years ago, at the first LitFest I attended.
All tote, I’ve crossed paths with Craig, maybe a full handful of times, since. He’s a prolific writer, who has a ginormous following. Too, he’s self-effacing, personable, and approachable. Even though I attended one of his workshops, earlier this year, I was okay with knowing that while he probably would recognize me as being familiar, it was unlikely he’d remember who I was. He’s been a name for at least the two decades I’ve known of him, and I’m a recent, seldom-seen addition to the bazillion folks who have entered his orbit.
Oh, me of little faith. We crossed paths at a restaurant, last evening, and he called me by name, right off the bat, and brought me in for a hug. Yeah, it was a while before my feet felt the ground.
Anyhoo, his presentation this evening was incredible and incredibly well done. He’s been on a book tour for the entire month, so he’s had practice, but still, he spent over an hour and a half, talking about his book while using his MacBook to present slides and videos, and not once did he pause for what to say next, or even have to remember what the next slide or video coming up was and what to say to lead into it. Even if I’d had two months of Mays to practice my presentation, and also had an outline or cheatsheet of some sort, I couldn’t have been anywhere as smooth and polished as Craig.
I return home, tomorrow. And I’ll be back to the assault mine, by 5:15, the next morning. It’s seeming that when I spend more than two nights in Telluride, it becomes significantly more difficult, returning to work-a-day reality. But, I’ll be back in about three weeks, staying for three nights. However, after that, I don’t have any plans to return until mid-November, when I’ll be staying for ten days or so. I might find it pretty much impossible staying away for that long, though.
I do know that I’ll be back, this time, next May, for 2019 LitFest.