Snapshot Saturday gone wild: Photo Blog of ALA

Last week I attended ALA Annual – (the larger of the American Library Association’s conferences) for work. While I was there to present one poster, and co-present a second, and learn from fellow library professionals, I also had the opportunity to enjoy myself. My friend Karen, a local to the Orlando area, let me stay at her house, and accompanied me to the conference’s exhibit floor, as well as sharing some other local joys with me, including her lovely four-footed child, Zelda.

Professional Development


All checked in with the first day’s conference paper.


I presented “There’s a policy for that?” at the Saturday morning poster session. Photo by Brian Keith.


Selfie with my poster.


George Wade with the poster we co-presented, “7,000 and Counting


Meeting Authors 


When the author asks for a selfie with you. Apparently I ask good questions. Photo by e.E. Charlton-Trujillo


An articulate and inspiring young lady – Selfie with Jazz Jennings.


Meeting an NPR celebrity – Paula Poundstone

Robin Stevenson, e.E. Charlton-Trujillo, Ingrid Abrams, Alex Gino, E.M. Kokie discussing LBT+ representation in YA and MG novels.

Robin Stevenson, e.E. Charlton-Trujillo, Ingrid Abrams, Alex Gino and E.M. Kokie discussing LBT+ representation in YA and MG novels.


Taking on Important Issues


Karen’s contribution to the “I Stand with Orlando” board.


I stand with Orlando because love and not hate is what should define humanity. #OrlandoStrong


In light of all the hubbub around bathroom bills, I was thrilled to see this sign in one of the main banks of bathrooms.

There was a booth to create videos for banned books week. Karen read an excerpt from It, and I chose And Tango Makes Three.

There was a booth to create videos for banned books week. Karen read an excerpt from It, and I chose And Tango Makes Three.


Other Weekend Fun


Ice cream sandwiches, cupcakes and a cafe with comfy chairs and books – snacking heaven.

Me and Zelda chillin'

Me and Zelda chillin’

Logging books I scored in the exhibit hall in Goodreads

Logging books I scored in the exhibit hall in Goodreads

Zelda just wanted a seat at the table.

Zelda just wanted a seat at the table.

Writing Excuses Homework 10.8


Assignment: Sketch out the events before and after your dead-drop scene from last week and three weeks ago.


Abi was at her work, a museum conservation office, scrambling to create a forgery of the Shakespeare Folio, and not be noticed by her coworkers. She packed it in a preservation box, pulled the messenger bag out of a box under her desk, and headed downtown.

Mike is forced to stay late, after being forced to come in early. He finally manages to slip out, with the help of a co-worker, and rushes home to find his dog, Beauty, by the door, leash in her mouth, whining. He drops his bag, throws his tie on the table,and takes Beauty on a walk.



Abi drops the bag, picks up the trade off bag, and then walks the park, interacting with the dogs. She wanders south, away from the table, and runs into Mike, and is surprised, and flustered, and drops the bag, spilling it’s contents – lots of fliers that look to have been pulled off of light posts from around town, and she finds herself having to explain the contents.

Mike and his dog get to the lawn, and Beauty takes care of business. Mike settles into a more leisurely walk, letting Beauty interact with dogs. A flash of orange, and he sees Abi heading to him. She is surprised to see him, and drops her bag, which appears to contain garbage. He wonders if she really is a good choice to care for Beauty.

Writing Excuses Homework 10.7

Journal_WEsmallFrom the second Character class ( here is an exercise that builds on the previous one. My previous exercise  can be found here: Writing Excuses Homework 10.5

Writing Prompt: Pick one of the dead-drop characters from the exercise two weeks ago, and turn them into a secondary character. Now take one of the characters with whom they interacted, and write the same scene again, but from this new character’s POV.

Beauty tugged on her leash, and Mike picked up his pace. He had tried to be home on time, he really had, but Morgan had had other ideas. He didn’t like that his dog suffered at the whims of his boss at the same time he was grateful Beauty was trained well enough to not mess the flat.

A flash of swirly orange ahead caught his attention among the grays and blacks and blue jeans. The girl in the skirt that had caught his eye turned, and Mike recognized his down-the-hall neighbor. Her blue eyes narrowed, and she turned away.

Mike watched her walk, almost as fast as Beauty was pulling him along in her urgency to get to the green. He was beginning to regret training the terrier to only do her afternoon business in the Shops Downtown lawn. It was as misguided effort to ensure that he got at least a small walk in every day, but now it just seemed like a cruelty.

Damn Morgan. He was uncomfortable thinking how his dog must be feeling.

The neighbor girl caught his attention again. She had turned to look back, and quickly turned away when he noticed, pulling the messenger bag she carried up under her arm.

Maybe he could ask her to check in on Beauty on days when he was late, he remembered she was good with dogs. Beauty tugged more urgently, and pulled him down 2nd toward the south side of the lawn. Mike filed that question to ask her later, and picked up his pace again.

Damn Morgan.