I know I have been remiss in posting this month , but I hope to make up for that fact by sharing my recent journey to the Southern Kentucky Book Fest otherwise know as SOKY. The SOKY Fest is held in the lovely city of Bowling Green, Kentucky and for months and months I looked forward to the trip. Unlike my previous trip to the Kentucky Book Fair in Frankfort, which found my husband and daughter tagging along, this trip I would be making on my own.
I started my journey last Thursday in the normal way by taking my daughter to school. Since we always listen to Serius XM Kids Place Live on the radio, I thought it would be nice if I could prequest a parting song for her and I. We were both thrilled when Kenny Curtis from
The Animal Farm show mentioned our names and played our song of choice which was Sponge Bob's version of
The Best Day Ever! Then I set out on my seven and a half hour drive. The further south I traveled, the leafer the trees became. The scenery was stunning and my only regret was that I was unable to take pictures of said scenery.
Quite some time after crossing the border between Ohio and Kentucky, I decided to stop at a roadside rest. I took this opportunity to call my husband who insisted on contact each time I stopped. As we chatted and I looked at a map on the wall trying to tell him how far I had traveled, I suddenly heard someone call my name. I turned in surprise and found myself face to face with friend and fellow author
Joy Bowser. She was on her way to a book festival in Alabama. We laughed over the coincidence of meeting in a rest stop miles from Ohio. Since I had my brand new Nikon with me, I ran to the car to get it so we could commemorate our unexpected meeting and then we parted ways.
When I had traveled as far as Louisville I noticed one of the large green roadsigns overhead pronounced the upcoming exit for Fern Valley Road.
How extraordinarily kind of the people of Louisville to name a road after my book, I thought. It was then that I remembered a friend previously telling me about the very large Ford plant on Fern Valley Road. I made a mental note to stop by for a picture on my trip home.
Finally after what seemed like days of traveling instead of hours, I made it to Bowling Green and carefully followed the instructions spewing forth from my GPS in hopes of soon arriving at my hotel the
Staybridge Suites. My GPS took me outside of the city and out into the middle of no where to Campbell Road. As I pulled over and looked at the houses around me I knew I was totally lost. Rechecking my confirmation paper, I noticed that I should be on Campbell Lane instead of Campbell Road. Having driven seven and a half hours already and being kind of tired, it never occurred to me to call the hotel and ask where in the world they were actually located and why I was in the boonies. But before total panic set in, I remembered the fact that the Carrol Knicely Conference Center, where the book fest was to be held, was next door to my hotel.Quickly typing in this new destination, I was thrilled to hear my GPS direct me back toward Bowling Green.
In about the space of ten minutes a very relieved me was pulling into the
Staybridge Suites parking lot. I jokingly told the manager on duty that I needed to upgrade my maps because I ended up in no man's land. He then set my mind at ease and told me that the hotel was new and the coordinates had yet to make it into the system. So tired, and yet relieved, I hauled my things to the third floor and into my oh so lovely room. Now for any of you who know that I love to cook almost as much as I love to write, you will understand my awe over the kitchen in my room. It was an inspiring dream hotel kitchen all shiny and new, and the only drawback was the fact that I had no food to cook.
I set about unpacking all my things before deciding to take pictures of my room, and then I decided that I needed to erase the two hundred and some odd pictures already in my camera's memory. I quickly formatted my card erasing everything at once when I suddenly remembered the pictures of my friend Joy and I from the rest stop. Needless to say, this is a pg rated site, so I won't mention the things I said to myself at that moment in time.
When I was done berating myself, I went down to check out the lobby area and I called my husband to let him know that I had arrived safely. While I sat in an extremely comfortable leather chair chatting, I noticed a woman sitting at the author sign in table. Once my conversation ended, I meandered over to that table and signed myself in. I was handed a lovely tote stuffed with nice items like a bottle of water, a sharpie, snacks, and a tube I thought was bubbles. It's hard to describe my disappointment at discovering that the tube held hand sanitizer instead of bubbles, but I'm sure you can imagine it! I was then informed that a local patron had invited the authors arriving early to her home for dinner.
We were shuttled to her home which quite frankly had one of the most fabulous kitchens I have ever seen. I know I seem to be obsessing over kitchens, but it's my thing. And just so you know, because I am a very contented sort of person I was able to fight off the kitchen envy in just a few hours... I mean minutes.
The evening turned out to be tons of fun as I met faculty from the college, chatted by the pool with
Mark Wayne Adams the oh so popular illustrator, and dined and shared stories with the likes of
Amy Ignatow and
Mary McDonough (Erin from Walton's Mountain).
That night as I lay in my bed, which was pretty comfortable for a hotel bed, I thought about all the exciting events of the day and wondered what fabulous mysteries Friday would hold.
Signing off for now with wishes for a bright and beautiful day and encouraging you to tune in tomorrow for part two of
One Author's Journey To SOKY And Back.
