I’m doing a writing workshop with my daughter’s class this morning, as a dress rehersal for TD Canadian Children’s Book Week in Ontario.
I had this conversation with my daughter about the workshop:
Me: What was I thinking? I’m way more nervous about presenting to your class that I am presenting to strangers.
Me: Because if I’m terrible, you’ll never speak to me again.
Silence: I’ll speak to you. But every conversation will begin with “remember that time you messed up in front of my whole class?”
She’s so helpful.
Assuming I don’t get egged this morning, here’s a poster for my first event in Ontario. If you just happen to live in the Niagara region, come on by!