Chautauqua is a magical place. When I arrived, I felt as though I'd somehow sailed over the rainbow and landed smack in the middle of Oz. On my first day there, I got lost. I asked for directions and was told, "follow the brick road". I grinned. I almost really was in Oz. An Oz for artists and free thinkers of all kinds -- musicians, artists, singers, dancers. And yes, even aspiring writers of children's books. Some people still think writing for children is "cute". Not a serious business at all. But not the Highlights people. And certainly not the 100 or so people who attended the Chautauqua workshops.
They ranged in age from their 20s to their 70s and came from all areas of the country, including Alasa. Some were writing picture books, some fantasy, historical fiction, mysteries, nonfiction, biographies or poetry. All were there to hone their craft and learn more about the long brick road to publication.
We were well fed, well educated, well coached and well entertained. I stayed at the historic Atheneuem Hotel looking out on Lake Chautauqua. With the second oldest elevator still in operation, vaulted ceilings, tall windows and long porches crowded with rocking chairs and wicker furniture, the hotel held an irresistible charm.
Not all of us stayed at the Atheneuem. One member of our group stayed at another hotel where, she claimed, she couldn't get any rest because her bed kept shaking. When she looked under and around the bed, she couldn't find any reason for the shaking. When she complained and asked the management for another room, they told her they'd never had anybody else make that complaint and that the hotel was full. Not only did her bed shake, but her clock radio flashed on and off periodically and sometimes she detected a growling noise. Even though she didn't really believe in ghosts, I think she finally believed some supernatural force was to blame. Finally, desperate for rest, she addressed the "ghost" - or whatever it was. She told it she was tired and needed to get some sleep so it could have one half the bed if she could have the other. Miraculously, the shaking stopped. This all sounds far fetched, I know, but the woman was totally creeped out about her close encounter with, ahh, whatever it was. Maybe she could weave her experience into picture book?
Anyhow, besides the ghost, we had sessions with authors Jerry and Eileen Spinelli, Mary Casanova, Rich Wallace, Neil Waldman, Sally Walker, Suzanne Bloom, editors Randi Rivers (Charlesbridge) and Traci Gates(Viking), Carolyn Yoder, Judy Burke and Patricia Lee Gauch (Philomel). We attended many different workshops. I couldn't go to all of them, but I did attend workshops on point of view, setting, characterization, beginnings and endings, writing historical fiction, writing fantasy, creating illustrations (with ill. Floyd Cooper), mining your memories and writing poetry, to name some.
The key note addresses at the beginning of each day were inspiring. Linda Sue Park gave the funniest speech and, for me, Peter Jacobi the most inspiring speech. They were all wonderful, however, and if I could go back to Chautauqua there'd still be plenty for me to see and do without getting bored.
In the photos above are a few of the scenes from Chautauqua They don't begin to do it justice. My mentor was Judy Burke, Managing editor of Highlights, in the third photograph.
