So, I’m skipping Book Expo America this year. I’m just not ready for the angry streets of Manhattan, the cabbies who inspire me to down entire bottles of Dramamine to survive their driving, the crowds of pushy New Yorkers (I can say that because I am a native NYer and did a little pushing myself), and then shamelessly handing out my card to anyone at the Expo even remotely connected to publishing (which is, of course, everyone), and making maybe 3 connections but not recouping even half the money it cost me to fly there, stay there, and eat there (I miss NY bagels, but at $12 a pop?)
Trying to edit today asbestos I can.
1 = give it up and change careers
Thomas Jefferson once said: “The sun has not caught me in bed in fifty years.” Okay, so there’s clearly no chance I am related to him in any way. In fact, I wonder just how many writers can even relate to being in bed only during the darkening hours. What is it about us that makes us, as a rule, late risers? Why does inspiration hit at 4AM? Any clues? The way I see it, East Coast writers have the advantage because let’s say an article is due by midnight Pacific time. They really get to hand it in at 3AM. Shouldn’t there be clemency for other time zones?
Am I really pathetic if I’m excited that I have 27 new followers on Twitter? Never mind, I know the answer.