Sunday, November 04, 2007
At the Texas Book Festival, Jerry Pinkney talked about his process of illustrating books, and adapting classics. He also signed his new book, Little Red Riding Hood. Excuse my awkward pose in the photo. I'd hoped he would stand, but when that didn't happen, I bent down over his shoulder, looking like a wilted palm frond. My ego wilted as a result of our conversation. As he signed his book, I babbled on, telling him how his daughter-in-law, Andrea Pinkney, edited the first book of my career. I also told him how his and Brian's career advice, through several personal phone discussions, had helped me to reach my publishing goals. He knows me, kinda of, or so I thought. "What's your name?" he asked.
"DON TATE!" I practically screamed.
"Thank you for sharing your story, Don."
That was it. I got my awkward picture, stuffed my broken ego into my pocket, and walked away.
This morning, the wife and I ran in the Susan G. Koman Race for the Cure, a timed, 5K race and fun run. We weren't timed.
My wife ran in memory of her grandmother, Lula Lewis, who died of breast cancer when my wife was a young child.
Me, if I look irritated, it's because of what's not pictured: my tired feet and the two giant give-away bags I'm carrying. And the pink-ish shirt didn't help my mood either. All in all, it was a beautiful morning and a fantastic turnout, over 20,000 runners.