Fringe Fest, at its core, is a month-long whirlwind of experimental theater spanning comedy, drama, dance, music and art...and it's back in DC right now. I had to check it out.
When people think of telling stories, typically they think of books. But, as I sat last weekend watching my daughter dance, I realized storytelling can actually take on forms beyond the written word and, in some cases, even beyond the spoken word.
Fun and books may be around any corner, if you pay attention. Or if you just follow someone into a strange place.
Prior to taking the plunge into the world of being a published author, I was unfamiliar with many things - the publishing industry in general, book marketing, social media, etc. Now things are different. I've started to understand the social in the social media. It's also opened up my creative side, beyond writing, in that I've become a wee bit obsessed with bookstagrams.
Tips on How to Spend 4+ Hours in an Airport and NOT Be Bored (Spoiler: it includes books and spying)
As I've mentioned before I spend an inordinate amount of my life in airports. Sounds totally boring right? Not for me and it doesn’t have to be for you either. Here are some fun ways to spend your time if you’re stuck in an airport.
You shouldn't judge a book by its cover. We've all heard that before. And I, who has a whole #booksoverlooks blog series about the importance of valuing thought and reading over superficial materials, agree - when it comes to people. But, when it comes to books, I say, yes you should! The cover is part of the whole book experience and a lot of thought likely went into the artwork. So - go ahead - judge it!
They say a picture is worth 1,000 words. According to the internet that phrase originated from a guy named Fred R. Barnard, sort of. There's debate about this. Regardless, as a writer, I think I prefer the 1,000 words, generally. Maybe that's why this doesn't sound so crazy to me...
I recently went to the San Francisco ballet and wrote a blog about it. What I didn't mention in that blog was that right after the ballet ended, we headed over to a protest across the street. And in the sea of black ink on poster board, I realized something important was missing...
K.L. Kranes 