Recently, I made a terrarium, something I'd been intending to do ever since buying TINY WORLD TERRARIUMS. It was for a friend's son who'd just turned six and loves animals, police cars, and so many other things that are, sadly, not available as plastic figurines.
Around the same time, I sat on a panel of alumnae authors from my high school. It was Career Day, and six of us (fiction and nonfiction authors both) were there to tell the students what being an author was like. This we did--with, I think, an appropriate blend of enthusiasm and admonition.
Here's the image the school tweeted during the event. (I'm fourth from the left, with eyes closed, naturally.)
What you can't see are the twenty rows of girls and faculty members who sat in the stadium seating in front of us, watching and listening and, when the time came, asking questions.
It occurs to me now that, in its way, this lineup of writers wasn't so different from something you'd find inside a terrarium. I just hope somebody waters us.