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Interesting occurences at the Book Expo
Jun. 3rd, 2005 05:28 pmA friend got me a pass to the Book Expo of America (BEA) at the Javits Center. This is the biggest trade publishing show in the US. So I spent the afternoon cruising the aisles and snagging free goodies. Somebody tried to give me a hideous free yellow ceramic piggy bank, but I said no to that.
-I swung by the Harlequin booth and said hello to the editor of Luna. For those of you following at home, this is one of the two interviewers that fell asleep during my interview at Harlequin. She greeted me cheerily and said, "Haven't seen you in awhile!" Just after the words left her mouth, I could see the dawning horror on her face as she remembered who I was and that the only reason she hadn't seen me in awhile was because she didn't even have the courtesy to tell me when they hired somebody else for the position. I didn't comment on that and asked her about the new books at Luna. She very quickly made her excuses and all but ran away. I am evil. EEEEEEEvil. But that was so much fun.
(And as a sidenote, just to prove that I don't get bitter about these things, I do freelance work for another one of the many editors who haven't hired me. In this case I just kind of wanted to see what her reaction would be to seeing me again. Obviously she has more issues about rejecting people than I do.)
-I am very proud of myself. I saw Kevin J. Anderson and Rebecca Moesta at the DC booth and did not go over and talk to them. I was so torn. I was thinking, do I politely ask him what crack he was smoking when he decided that lightsabers would shatter on lava beasts? Or that escape pods could escape from beyond the event horizon of a black hole? Or that if one cooled matter to absolute zero so all the atoms collapsed in on themselves it would work as a shield? Or that Mulder and Scully could watch an H-bomb explode with no eye-protection and keep their retinas intact? Or that the HAL-like computer in the Death Star II was on the verge of launching a droid revolt to take over the universe when Lando blew it up? Do I go over and compliment him on his work, then laugh smugly to myself as I walk away? No. I was good. If you don't have anything nice to say, and all that. At least now I know what he looks like *cough* combover! *cough* *cough* so that I won't accidentally talk smack in front of him in the future.
There were also a giant Pillsbury Doughboy, a large pile of small bean bag dogs, men in Civil War outfits, women in corsets, a giant Darth Vader and Dr. Ruth at various places in the 300,000 sq feet of exhibitor space.
The highlight of the outing for me was stopping by the Portable Press booth. I introduced myself to the publisher there, and since he reads everything that goes into the Uncle John's books, he remembered my articles. We chatted about their plans for books and such and he gave me a really spiffing tote bag with "Uncle John's Bathroom Reader" embroidered on it.
Now my feet hurt. Especially since I had to walk the however many miles (two?) over to the Javits Center because there is no good way to get there by subway. What the hell they were thinking when they built the convention center way out there, I will never know.
-I swung by the Harlequin booth and said hello to the editor of Luna. For those of you following at home, this is one of the two interviewers that fell asleep during my interview at Harlequin. She greeted me cheerily and said, "Haven't seen you in awhile!" Just after the words left her mouth, I could see the dawning horror on her face as she remembered who I was and that the only reason she hadn't seen me in awhile was because she didn't even have the courtesy to tell me when they hired somebody else for the position. I didn't comment on that and asked her about the new books at Luna. She very quickly made her excuses and all but ran away. I am evil. EEEEEEEvil. But that was so much fun.
(And as a sidenote, just to prove that I don't get bitter about these things, I do freelance work for another one of the many editors who haven't hired me. In this case I just kind of wanted to see what her reaction would be to seeing me again. Obviously she has more issues about rejecting people than I do.)
-I am very proud of myself. I saw Kevin J. Anderson and Rebecca Moesta at the DC booth and did not go over and talk to them. I was so torn. I was thinking, do I politely ask him what crack he was smoking when he decided that lightsabers would shatter on lava beasts? Or that escape pods could escape from beyond the event horizon of a black hole? Or that if one cooled matter to absolute zero so all the atoms collapsed in on themselves it would work as a shield? Or that Mulder and Scully could watch an H-bomb explode with no eye-protection and keep their retinas intact? Or that the HAL-like computer in the Death Star II was on the verge of launching a droid revolt to take over the universe when Lando blew it up? Do I go over and compliment him on his work, then laugh smugly to myself as I walk away? No. I was good. If you don't have anything nice to say, and all that. At least now I know what he looks like *cough* combover! *cough* *cough* so that I won't accidentally talk smack in front of him in the future.
There were also a giant Pillsbury Doughboy, a large pile of small bean bag dogs, men in Civil War outfits, women in corsets, a giant Darth Vader and Dr. Ruth at various places in the 300,000 sq feet of exhibitor space.
The highlight of the outing for me was stopping by the Portable Press booth. I introduced myself to the publisher there, and since he reads everything that goes into the Uncle John's books, he remembered my articles. We chatted about their plans for books and such and he gave me a really spiffing tote bag with "Uncle John's Bathroom Reader" embroidered on it.
Now my feet hurt. Especially since I had to walk the however many miles (two?) over to the Javits Center because there is no good way to get there by subway. What the hell they were thinking when they built the convention center way out there, I will never know.