And it's been a busy week: Last Saturday I did a talk about writing and researching Wind Rider, followed by a booksigning as part of the opening of The Horse exhibit at the Carnegie Museum of Natural History in Pittsburgh. I got to meet one of my idols, researcher and curator Sandra Olsen, who was kind enough to introduce me and bring some way cool artifacts: replicas of a Botai culture pot and woman's woven hemp dress, a pair of Kazak boots, a riding whip made from a saiga antelope foot, and a horse hair rope. We sold lots of books and the exhibit, on loan from NYC was fabulous.
Missy Spring, my younger daughter (23 and just graduated from college), moved out to begin life as an adult on Tuesday. A little tearful watching the purple Honda go down the driveway, but so proud of the young woman she has become.
Wednesday, I did a talk for a teen writer's group at the Naples Library--just wish we'd had more time! What a beautiful library, nice group of talented kids, and great teacher they have in writer, Angela Cannon-Crothers.
Yesterday, met with my critique group in the morning and went to RACWI (Rochester Area Children's Writers and Illustrators) in the p.m. Much sinful burning of petroleum en route, but I listened to Three Cups of Tea and saw seven swans in a cornfield north of Dansville. They had black legs and beaks and the juveniles were quite gray. I'm thinking either tundra of trumpeter swans, either of which is pretty exciting, especially for this amature.
Today revised a couple of chapters, read brand new articles in NY Times and Science on Sandra's research on early horse domestication. The dogs have been driven wild by a woodchuck in the yard. Lot's of barking. Spring Fever!
This evening is a celebration of twenty years since the nuke-dump fight here in the souther tier. I'll bring my guitar, maybe sing my new "The Earth Child's Song."