Well, I took talking to strangers to a whole new level over the weekend. I saw fit to talk to anyone that made eye contact [and some that didn’t] purely because I was so excited to attend my first Bendigo Writers Festival. I spoke to the local bus driver whose wife suggested he should put his passengers exploits in a book; I acted tourist advisor to visiting ladies attending the Maticevski exhibit at the Art Gallery and solved their dilemma of lost tickets; I talked at length to the barista as I gulped down my third, or fourth, latte for the day; I talked to aspiring writers and avid readers [the former would be wise to also be the latter]. I even got to speak to some of the amazing guest speakers one on one.
It was a lucky set of circumstances that allowed me to get a prime seat at the ballet last night. I went the day before to the box office and hoped a seat was left to be told by the young lady serving me that she could no longer go and she was hoping someone would come in to take her own great ticket off her hands. The next piece of fortune was being seated next to a lovely lady who was wonderful company before the performance and in the intermission. I am hoping to bump into her again next month at the Bendigo Writers Festival.
Do you remember your favourite book when you were a teenager? Mine was the dark and haunting tale, Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte, her one and only published book. I read the book in one night and hugged my English Literature teacher for selecting it as the set text the next day because I loved it so much.
Kylie Parkinson is a writer, a reader and a daydream believer.