In light of the recent Hurricane Sandy, the Burlington Book Festival gives you a look back to the stormy September day when author Barbara Walsh read from her book, August Gale, which chronicles two stormy tales: one of a deadly Newfoundland hurricane and the fisherman caught out to sea in it; the other, a story of the author’s mysterious grandfather and how his abandonment of his family has left an everlasting impression not only on his son, but also on the author herself.
Read on to find out about Barbara Walsh’s reading at the Burlington Book Festival, told from the perspective of Champlain College professional writing major Taylor Covington.
Last week, we featured a review from a Champlain College freshman professional writing major about her experience at this year’s Burlington Book Festival. Read on to learn about another student’s experience while attending GennaRose Nethercott’s poetry reading.
The Price of Passion
By Shannon Angel
I entered with an oddly detached mood. All of my peers seemed to be excited or nervous, and yet something about the festival seemed very relaxed to me. Although most people would be relieved by this, I was a bit worried. “Why don’t I care more about this event?” I thought to myself. My location mocked me; I was present in a place which I should be interested and yet was distracted. Thinking about this for a few minutes to myself amongst the crowd, I blinked up and robotically did what I knew was what was expected of me—to seek out the author.
Freshmen professional writing majors from Champlain College were in attendance at this year’s Burlington Book Festival, learning about and exploring all aspects of the writing and publishing industry . Check out what freshman Victoria Muzyk learned from Madeleine Kunin’s presentation below, and be on the lookout for more student reviews and experiences in the next few days!
By Victoria Muzyk
The easy take on this assignment is to say I was scared of doing something wrong. Now, that could be getting lost on the way there to spitting on an author as I spoke to them. In all honesty, I’ve been horribly lost on my way to events before and I have spit on quite a few prestigious members of society, so I wasn’t afraid of either of those things happening. I was scared I’d show up at the festival and no longer feel passionate about writing, more importantly, my writing. I have a story within me, that I know to be true; the issue at hand is whether or not I posses the desire to write it. I have worked on pieces where I kill half of the characters just because they begin to frustrate me. I have also allowed myself to write cliffhangers for the simple satisfaction of irritating my readers. So anger is no stranger in my written works, motivating myself is challenging but far from impossible, and material is not at all scarce. The main issue is with my own mental state, it’s if I can look at myself in the mirror and know for certain that writing is my desired career path. Continue reading