The Sunday Salon 10/19/2014

The Sunday Salon

Another jam-packed weekend comes to a close and I’m just getting a chance to step into The Sunday Salon for the first time today.

A few of you may be new to my blog, as a result of my hanging out with you during part of this weekend’s activities. If that’s the case, glad to see you here. This particular feature is The Sunday Salon, described as such:

Imagine some university library’s vast reading room. It’s filled with people–students and faculty and strangers who’ve wandered in. They’re seated at great oaken desks, books piled all around them, and they’re all feverishly reading and jotting notes in their leather-bound journals as they go. Later they’ll mill around the open dictionaries and compare their thoughts on the afternoon’s literary intake….

That’s what happens at the Sunday Salon, except it’s all virtual. Every Sunday the bloggers participating in that week’s Salon get together–at their separate desks, in their own particular time zones–and read. And blog about their reading. And comment on one another’s blogs. Think of it as an informal, weekly, mini read-a-thon, an excuse to put aside one’s earthly responsibilities and fall into a good book.  We link up our posts on our blogs and on The Sunday Salon Facebook group.

I spent Saturday at Chatham University immersed in all things writing with Conversations and Connections, a one-day writer’s conference that brings together writers, editors, and publishers in a friendly, supportive environment. It was organized by Barrelhouse, a literary magazine based in Washington D.C., and these fine folks decided to bring this year’s conference to Pittsburgh for the first time. I’m so glad they did. I’ll have a wrap-up post for this week’s Readin’at feature, but suffice it to say, it was one of the best writing conferences I’ve ever attended.

Because of the conference, I wasn’t able to participate very much in Dewey’s 24 Hour Readathon this time around. This is always one of my favorite blogging events and I was disappointed to miss it. I’m in desperate need of a Readathon, believe me, especially since I am trying to finish Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel for a freelance review with a looming deadline.

DroodI’m listening to Drood on audio in the car for #droodalong and am really enjoying this. It’s the perfect book for this season, especially blustery and drizzly days like yesterday. In fact, this was part of the dialogue in Drood when I was driving to the writing conference at Chatham yesterday:

“It was a pleasant day yesterday as well. Did you enjoy your outing to Chatham and Gad’s Hill?” (pg. 182)

Indeed I did.

Thanks for sharing this post!