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\nKidLitCon: Brought to you by these fine people.
\nl-r: Maureen Kearney, seated. Standing, me (aka tanita), Jen Robinson, Charlotte Taylor, Melissa Fox, Reshama Deshmukh, and Sarah, aka aquafortis.\n<\/div>\n

Can’t remember the last time I was more excited that an event was finally here, and was so relieved to have it over. I had fun – and I’m so grateful for the co-chairs and the support of a great programming team, but planning a Con can drive you crazy, if you’re a bit obsessive and a worrywart. I probably also drove Charlotte, Reshama, Melissa, Jen and Sarah equally mad, but there you have it: it’s what I do, and I bow before the KidLitCon 2015 Baltimore team in advance. If you’re an obsessive, begin to brainstorm now – it won’t save you panic, but you’ll at least know you’ve got everything you CAN control, controlled. (There will be technical difficulties. The room may be inaccessible for forty-five minutes, and the caterer will either screw up a delivery, be detained by security, or both. [No, seriously.] The Skype will fail and the laptop may explode. Plan now to just take a deep breath.)<\/p>\n

There was never really anything to panic over, of course. We were a room – or, at times, two rooms – full of brilliant, zany, intense, opinionistas, just listening and thinking together. There was more we could have said, given time — and I have some few regrets about unfinished conversations, but on the other hand, we now have a lot of fodder for the blog.<\/p>\n

Myriad people live-tweeted this Con<\/a> — and we hope it was fun for those of you who weren’t there to follow along in little bites. I feel like I took a bite the size of my head, and I’m still chewing, thus I’ll be blogging about this for the next few… whatevers. I’m sure you don’t mind.<\/p>\n

One of the best things about observing and listening to the conversations around me was the feeling of watching people find their tribe. Regardless of what specifics we thought of, agreed with or disagreed with about blogging, commenting, critical analysis, or diversity, when people came into the room, the conversations buzzed, and the noise level grew higher and higher as blog names and Twitter handles became flesh-and-blood friends.
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\nIt was funny watching people come in cautiously, sort of edge around the periphery, and then be snagged by someone admiring their shoes (Not gonna lie, that was probably the first conversation Hannah G\u00f3mez had with EVERYONE), discussing the book they’d both just taken a copy of, peering at each other’s name tags, and just suddenly warming up, opening up, smiling and gravitating toward the another like-minded group of people and a cup of tea. Meal times were even funnier – the minute people COULD talk, the noise level in the room trebled. The topics were wide-ranging, from serious to ridiculous, some of them spurred by Charlotte’s fantastic idea of throwing them on a notepad in the entryway. Thoughts on how to write a bad review – or if anyone ever should – how to critically review a book written by someone about a culture not their own, thoughts, oddly, on Slankets<\/i>, blue hair, the Maine-loathed Kokopelli (probably only That One Guy in Maine, but still), and Pam Margolis’ “what’s your ethnic ancestry” uncovered some fascinating answers. (I’m probably related to Leila. Just, you know, because. The Acadian-to-Creole French connection. Be afraid, Josh, I am now, like, your OTHER sister-in-law. And I’m MUCH<\/i>, much<\/b> more annoying.) <\/p>\n

A number of people talked about their kids – and showed pictures – discussed their book-related shirt collections, the state of funding for school libraries, the frustrations of librarianship, and opinions about Roger Sutton and whether or not Horn Book is actually going to give self-publishers a fair shake (or whether self-publishing SHOULD be given a chance, and how they’ve not really thought about dipping a toe in, because “awful books”). Discussions changed some minds – and didn’t others. Everyone was civil anyway. Conversations ranged through topics of racism and diversity, types of diversity, activism, social justice, and the realities of the world we live in vs. the world in the books we see — and they were fascinating discussions, too. If we’d only had more time, we’d have plotted a way to change the world.<\/p>\n

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As it is, we simply came away with ideas on how to affect our little corner of it… which might be just enough.<\/p>\n

I have a pad of paper on which I jotted down my thoughts and observations from the first day, in between welcoming late comers, explaining to the nice lady from the library who we were and what we were doing, and popping in\/out of the other breakout sessions. Some of them are a little random — others of them are actually things I need to think about:<\/p>\n