Word on the Street is a fantastic one day book festival. It's been going on for a bit, but this was my first ever time attending. I was there as part of the crew for Renaissance Press.
I'm sorry I didn't make a bigger announcement about it. I was genuinely excited to go, but then, well, shingles. I wasn't exactly sure I'd be able to go, and it all ended being horribly last minute. I'm impressed I made it, to be honest.
Sunday in Toronto was hot as balls.
32 degrees Celsius, and the humidity was through the roof. For someone like myself, who seems to be built for life at the glacial edge, it was hellish. The minute I stepped out from my room-stay. I was assaulted by the heat.
The location of Word on the Street was gorgeous. On the water at the Harbourfront Centre, there was a sea of white tents filled with books and bookish things. This would have been my idea of heaven, but it was too hot to be that.
I was so, so, so impressed with the number of people who came out to look at books despite the awful heat. It was really cool to see. And there were friends who dropped by for a visit (Hi, Kris!), and friends I had only ever met online that I finally met in person (Hi, Rob!). That was awesome.
I'm sorry I wasn't at my best. It was too hot for me to function, and I was still in a bit of pain, and on medication, so, yeah, I was a little out of it. It was awesome to see everyone, and chat with so many interesting people.
There's little else to note. I didn't attend any of the panels. I'll do it next time, I think. I do want to go back. Perhaps one day I'll get to go as a special guest.
A girl can dream.
Okay, I'm off to do more stuff today. Fatigue is still very real, but I am getting better.