The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
(I’ve always loved this quote)
I head into town for a publishing seminar called Forest for the Trees. It’s a collaboration between NSW Writers’ Centre and Sydney Writers’ Festival.
This is kind of
an artist date. My senses are ready to be awakened.
On the way to the seminar, I notice stuff.
Larger, much larger than life, luminously beautiful children’s faces on the hoardings, depicting sculptures to be restored.
Who even knew those sculptures were there?
In the lunch break I notice stuff.
After the seminar I notice stuff.
My main take home message from Forest for the Trees is that
print publishing is alive and well.
This is jolly excellent news. Between you and me and the rickety green wooden gatepost, I wish to birth at least one more book and I am seriously, pathologically attached to print form.
Oh. And beauty. I am attached to beauty.
Watch this space.