I’m still reeling over all of the incredible information that was given to us at SCBWI’s first-ever European Conference in Paris. I’ve had the opportunity to share about some of the actual conference… but the pre-conference Scrawl Crawl deserves a post of its own.
So here we are!
I arrived in Paris with just enough time to find my hotel, drop my stuff, and Metro over to the Scrawl Crawl meeting place at the Palais Royal. (Yes, I just used “metro” as a verb). 🙂
But first, just what is a Scrawl Crawl? SCBWI provides a great description:
An event where individuals create something speedily drawn or written [scrawl] that is inspired by their creativity and observational powers as they go from place to place [crawl].
This event is designed to get you and your fellow children’s book writers & illustrators out of the house/studio/office for a day and spend time being creative together.
In the garden of the Palais Royal I reunited with writer/illustrator friends I’d met last September. I looked forward to spending time with them again.
As if that perk wasn’t enough, I was privileged to meet other excited writers and illustrators, adding to my “collection” of new friends in the writing world of Europe.
Then an unexpected highlight… two students from my Creative Writing class showed up! They were home on Spring Break and joined the Scrawl Crawl, taking the opportunities to write and sketch seriously, to my delight. I loved spending the day with them.
Back to the Scrawl Crawl. We were fortunate and honored to have Sarah Towle guide us through the French Revolution through the eyes of Charlotte Corday. Sarah is the author of Beware Madame La Guillotine! – both in iBook and an app. The tour was so much fun… it totally opened my eyes to a piece of Paris I had never seen or known before. Her app, as she describes it, is a “historical story-based mobile tourism app of Paris for teens, tweens, the young at heart: The World’s 1st StoryApp iTinerary.”
What a brilliant idea!
So we began at the Palais Royal, the birthplace of the French Revolution. We envisioned life in this bustling center of 1793 Paris… where passion was fueled by other like-minded world-changers. We followed Charlotte into the shadows… to the shop where she purchased the kitchen knife she would use to kill Jean Paul Marat… her hope unshakeable, that his death would end the violence tearing apart her nation and people. We paused in the shade of the trees and arcade (not from the sun but from the freezing cold and intermittent rain) to sketch inspired images or write whatever ideas came to mind. I did a combination of writing (until my ink began to run in the rain) and photo-journaling.
We followed Charlotte on her hunt for Jean Paul… passed the Starbucks for hot chocolate :)… then ultimately to the bridge that overlooks the Conciergerie… where Charlotte was held in prison for Jean Paul’s murder… and eventually beheaded. Again, at this beautiful site on the bridge… with the Eiffel Tower in the background and the setting sun coloring our world in hues of yellow and orange, we stopped and scrawled our ideas.
What a great idea for a Scrawl Crawl. Or any ‘ol day in Paris. I’m not sure which I enjoyed more… hanging out with Sarah, following Charlotte around 17th century Paris, spending the day with my students, rubbing shoulders with talented illustrators and writers, or the waves of disbelief that would find and smack me with “I can’t believe I live four hours from Paris!”
I’m going to end with a special “treat.” I rarely (okay, just about never) share things I’ve written (other than the blog-writing itself). BUT, below you’ll find something I quickly scrawled as we walked around the Palais Royal Gardens… just having learned of Charlotte and her life-giving search for freedom. Clearly, I never would have written this without the journey with Beware Madame La Guillotine! A Revolutionary Tour of Paris. Enjoy!
Dying for the cause that saves
One life for many
To return to nobility and dignity and righteousness
and end terror’s reign on humanity
And old tune, a new voice sings it
A cry for justice…
justice bridled to peace and mercy
But peace is violent
in attaining its reward
Heart pumping for change
A change that will end another heartbeat
Here the river splits
One heart silent…
the other silences death, beats eternal.
© Marcy Pusey, 2013