So you might have noticed the lack of scintillating posting this week. Or not. Anyways, the reason is that I’m furiously getting ready for Book Expo America, which is happening next week in New York.
If you aren’t familiar with the event, BEA is basically the biggest publishing trade fair in the States. It’s 3 days of packing out the heinous Javit’s Center and talking to publishers, bloggers, librarians and other professionals during the day, and making the rounds of publisher parties and bars in the evening.
New York and I have an…exciting history. Every time I go there, I end up with Stories To Tell*. More accurately, stories that make people who have stories to tell look at me and wonder how I haven’t died yet. Anyways, I’m hoping that this year is much better.
I’ll be there to run the SFWA table and hold signings with some amazing authors. Check out the schedule, and if you’ll be there, come and say hi!
Thursday
1:30: James Sutter
2:00: Michael Martinez
2:30: Jeri Smith-Ready
3:30: Alethea Kontis
4:00 Laura Anne Gilman
Friday
11:00: Sarah Beth Durst
11:30: Shelly Reuben
1:30: Doug Molitor
2:00: Leanna Renee Hieber
2:30: Patrick Matthews
3:30: Jim Hines
4:00: Karen Heuler
Saturday
12:00: SFWA Reading
1:00: Diana Gabaldon
Wish us luck!
*The current highlight** is the cabby who couldn’t figure out where I needed him to take me. We drove around the Bronx for about an hour, stopping to ask people at stoplights for directions. This is, by the way, at about 3am, after a day that started at 9am, included a convention day, an event, a dinner, drinking, Ray Bradbury’s death, a radio show ABOUT Ray Bradbury, and seeing Ground Zero for the first time.
I finally got in a yelling match with the driver and made him let me out on some random street. I called the guy I was dating, told him what was going on, and asked him to pull up Google Maps and get me back home. We had a very long talk about safety later…which is another common theme in my life.
**Followed closely by the time I had a connecting flight through Atlanta and our plane fishtailed on the icy runway.
