Yesterday morning I gave a talk about local journalism to a lovely bunch of women at the Irish Wheelchair Association (IWA). This group of bubbly, lively personalities were chatty and interested, all had something to say and wanted to learn how.
After two hours of talking, leading a lively debate and sharing what I know it was time to head back home and get ready for an afternoon filled with listening.
Once a year OFFSET hosts a ‘creative festival’ to which they invite a variety of creative people to talk about their work in the field of graphic design, animation, illustration, advertising, film, fashion and more.
As I didn’t hear about the conference in time I was only able to attend the talks that took place yesterday afternoon, but it was worth it. I sat through an in-depth discussion about magazines and where they are going. It was wonderful to hear people from the top of the industry give such insight and confirm what I believe – magazines have a future, and print isn’t going anywhere.
Soon my head was filled with words, thoughts, ideas and facts and it was time for me to make my way back home. As I walked along the river Liffey the sun was setting behind the city, bathing the rooftops in a reddish-golden glow, a beautiful ending to a wonderful word-filled day.
Words are our most inexhaustible source of magic