Kiddie lit glamor
You know what I enjoy? Hobnobbing. Nobbing with the hobbs. I like going to fancy dancy Greenwillow Publishing wine and cheese affairs where they proudly display their upcoming books and then hand humble children's librarians like myself pretty gift bags full of goodies. I like that. I like finding myself shaking the hands of editors and publishers and other denizens of the upper eschelons of higher children's literature. I like it so doggone much that I wish I could do it all the time. Maybe become some kind of Children's Librarian Gossip Columnist ala Louella Parsons or someone equally skanky. I could flit from publishing Powerpoint presentation to author signings and then dish up the dirt here.
There is a flaw with this plan, of course. It makes the assumption that there are people in the world who would actually find such information appealing. But if I walk out the door of my library onto 5th Avenue and ask the person on the street (who 9 times out of 10 will be a tourist) whether or not they'd want to hear some snarky hot topic info on Richard Peck, I suspect the answer would run along the lines of "not so much".
So instead I am a children's librarian. Still, I'm keeping my Louella Parsons Project (ho ho) in the back of my mind as a possible alterative career. There it will sit next to my We-Need-To-Revolutionize-Children's-Television Plan. But that's a rant for another day.