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BEA Update: The Tired Remix
Jun. 3rd, 2005 08:31 pmUp at oh god early o'clock, and, with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
arcaedia in tow, headed off to the City for Book Expo America, the publishing trade fair and loot-grab frenzy. Basically, acres and acres of booths featuring sales reps and publicity folk and occasional editorial types pushing their Hot New Titles by giving catalogs and advance reading galleys and buttons and posters and... you get the idea, non?
While waiting to meet up with a friend (she was getting into the show as my "date"), I ran into not one, not two, not even three former co-workers, but six of them. Was amusing.
Met up with friend, finally, and headed off into the trade fair/loot grab. Wheeee! Was practical and pragmatic, and restrained myself to four galleys:
Adam Gopik's THE KING IN THE WINDOW (mainstream fantasy)
Victoria Vinton's THE JUNGLE LAW (a novel about Kipling)
Karen Armstrong's A SHORT HISTORY OF MYTH
and FIFTY THINGS TO DO WHEN YOU TURN FIFTY whcih I have been dared to send to Someone On LJ -- but as I have a desire to live, I suspect I won't. *grin* But it's actually a very interesting book that I'm looking forward to reading.
(also, eventually, incense, and a promotional yo-yo, and mardi gras beads, and the annual Cliff notes stuffed animal (which, as it's Cliff Notes Yellow, I promptly dubbed "New York Snow Fox" although it's sort of racoonish). And a luggage tag, and...well, you get the idea. My date' was last seen sorting through a pile of goodies that was taller than she was (I exagerate, but only slightly).
Ran into a bunch more people I know, including a few LJers (waves at them), then ran off to lunch with l'editrix and two of my fellow Lunatix, and from there, back to our signing at the Harlequin booth.
I think it went well. I'm pretty sure it went well. I sat down, pulled out my pen, and started signing. Forty-five minutes later, the galleys were all gone, and we had to turn people away.
I'm told I signed a hundred galleys. My wrist believes it.
(before anyone gets too 'wow'ish -- I'd say about 40% of the people liing up had a clue about me or my book. The rest were just 'ooooh, free stuff!' But that's cool. Maybe I'll get a few new readers out of it.)
Got some nice comments. Got some chocolate. Got some egoboo. And then it was over, and we were released-with-thanks.
And then a bit more walking/looting, and off withkradical to grab a much-needed beer, and then limping (normal for BEA) home with arcaedia for dinner of Mexican takeout.
Tomorrow, place of occasional employment, then the Harlequin cocktail pahr-tay.
arcaedia in tow, headed off to the City for Book Expo America, the publishing trade fair and loot-grab frenzy. Basically, acres and acres of booths featuring sales reps and publicity folk and occasional editorial types pushing their Hot New Titles by giving catalogs and advance reading galleys and buttons and posters and... you get the idea, non?While waiting to meet up with a friend (she was getting into the show as my "date"), I ran into not one, not two, not even three former co-workers, but six of them. Was amusing.
Met up with friend, finally, and headed off into the trade fair/loot grab. Wheeee! Was practical and pragmatic, and restrained myself to four galleys:
Adam Gopik's THE KING IN THE WINDOW (mainstream fantasy)
Victoria Vinton's THE JUNGLE LAW (a novel about Kipling)
Karen Armstrong's A SHORT HISTORY OF MYTH
and FIFTY THINGS TO DO WHEN YOU TURN FIFTY whcih I have been dared to send to Someone On LJ -- but as I have a desire to live, I suspect I won't. *grin* But it's actually a very interesting book that I'm looking forward to reading.
(also, eventually, incense, and a promotional yo-yo, and mardi gras beads, and the annual Cliff notes stuffed animal (which, as it's Cliff Notes Yellow, I promptly dubbed "New York Snow Fox" although it's sort of racoonish). And a luggage tag, and...well, you get the idea. My date' was last seen sorting through a pile of goodies that was taller than she was (I exagerate, but only slightly).
Ran into a bunch more people I know, including a few LJers (waves at them), then ran off to lunch with l'editrix and two of my fellow Lunatix, and from there, back to our signing at the Harlequin booth.
I think it went well. I'm pretty sure it went well. I sat down, pulled out my pen, and started signing. Forty-five minutes later, the galleys were all gone, and we had to turn people away.
I'm told I signed a hundred galleys. My wrist believes it.
(before anyone gets too 'wow'ish -- I'd say about 40% of the people liing up had a clue about me or my book. The rest were just 'ooooh, free stuff!' But that's cool. Maybe I'll get a few new readers out of it.)
Got some nice comments. Got some chocolate. Got some egoboo. And then it was over, and we were released-with-thanks.
And then a bit more walking/looting, and off with
kradical to grab a much-needed beer, and then limping (normal for BEA) home with arcaedia for dinner of Mexican takeout.Tomorrow, place of occasional employment, then the Harlequin cocktail pahr-tay.
