Friday was much the same as Thursday. If this were an Edgar Wright film, it would be snap cuts of: Marty gets out of bed. Turns on shower. Wakes up. Coffee. Button Down Shirt. Drive. Bus. BEA. Pants in there somewhere.
Met with my friends in line again, and felt much more confident as I walked into the open aired bookatorium of the Javits Center. After making the rounds, I immediately got on line for Bill Bryson and his new book, where I met up with my friend Molly, and made some new ones.
Bill was very kind and I hope he enjoyed the baseball game he was headed off to later.
I ran over to see Rick Atkinson and grabbed two copies of his newest book for myself and my Dad. And from that, I just sort of moseyed around, saying hello to folks I’d met earlier, and enjoying the atmosphere.
Had lunch with Molly and Natalie, so that was good. Real food and good company are always wonderful.
And when they went off to get Pinkberry (whatever secret thing that may be), I popped on line for Ellen Datlow’s signing of one of her new anthologies. And she remembered me, which was a pleasant surprise! Got a lovely bi-ink signature from Ellen in a beautiful copy of Queen Victoria’s Book of Spells. If you haven’t checked it out yet, please do. It’s a great looking book, packed to the brim with even better stories.
From there, I popped over to a signing with Samantha Shannon, a young author whose first book, The Bone Season, is getting very positive buzz. Hell, she’s already got a movie deal from Andy Serkis, so I suppose things are going well.
She was very sweet, if a little shy and jet-lagged, but it was nice meeting an author around my age, giving me that confidence boost/slight jealous motivation/kick in the ass, that we can make it so young. Just gotta keep writing.
One of the prizes I lucked on at BEA was this, my next mission:
I waited in line for about 40 minutes and managed to get a copy of Neil Gaiman’s new kids book. It looks fantastic, and Skottie Young’s artwork is fun as hell.
From there, I went and said hello to Jim Hines at the SFWA booth, and then packed it up, for I had adventures in Brooklyn to get to!
Navigating the cobblestones and hipsterbricks of Brooklyn, I finally stumbled upon Singularity and Co., a cozy little store-in-the-wall, of used and vintage scifi/fantasy books. Chuck Wendig, he of Terribleminds fame, was having a book signing for his new book, The Blue Blazes.
It was a very nice group of people. I got to meet and chat with many talented and awesome folks, among them: Michael Underwood (in his awesome blue-blazes-esque tie) from Angry Robot and author of Geekomancy, the very lovely Joelle Charbonneau (whose new YA book, The Testing just came out, go read it!), the ever gentleman-ly John Hornor Jacobs, he of Southern Gods and Twelve-Fingered Boy fame, acclaimed crime writer Hilary Davidson, who had managed to sneak out from edits, the very kind and intelligent agent Stacia Decker, who represented many of the people there, and of course, Mr. Terribleminds himself, Chuck Wendig!
He and I have emailed a bit, I let him know about my story in Fireside Magazine and he was incredibly supportive of me. His writing and his blog have been some of the biggest inspirations to me, so it was really great getting a chance to meet him in the flesh.
Not only did he sign some of my books, hell, he gave me a candy bar since it was my birthday. What a stand up guy, even if it did turn out to be a giant bar of Bolivian Black Tar Heroin, (his words, not mine). Thanks again, Chuck!
(We are two snazzy, bearded fellows.)
And once the wine was gone, and the charcuterie plate devoured, we all went our separate ways, and I headed back home, very tired but very happy.
It was a really great time that week, meeting so many wonderful authors, agents, editors, and other folks who work in the industry. They were all incredibly kind and supportive and happy to talk about their work and anything else I might bug them about.
So, thanks everyone, from all moments of the expo. You’re all beautiful and talented and have great hair.