It’s almost time for the amazing Byron Bay Writers Festival. I have been attending the festival for the past seventeen years, at first as a visitor and, in more recent years, as a participant. It is one of my favourite events on the bookish calendar. I have amazing memories of wandering around the beachside festival site in the sunshine with coffee, dropping into marquees to hear extraordinary writers tell their stories and share their craft. More recently, in Sunday’s Kids Big Day Out tent I have been slimed, had my head covered in chocolate sauce and cream, been attached by…