Okay. So this blog’s a month late. I’m writing a screenplay and new novel concurrently, so I still haven’t found a way to keep any consistency to this new thing called blogging. If the content is going to be at all interesting, I just need more time. And more interesting. So don’t expect the content to be too interesting yet (How’s that for salesmanship?).
Last month I was in New York for BookExpo America (or BEA for the super-hip). BEA is this giant convention for publishers, librarians, booksellers, and apparently people that like to sell five-dollar bottles of water. For me, it was a chance to spread the word about DOVE SEASON. It was a 40-hour trip that AmazonPublishing was cool enough to pay for. And I had a blast. Hell, this was the first book signing I’ve ever done and I got to do it in New York, of all places. Here’s the proof.
But for all the feeling like a big-shot aspect of it, the most amazing part was the people I met. I got to meet a lot of the people that I work with at Amazon Publising who I’ve only communicated with by phone or email. A very fun group. And a whole mess of cool writers. Here’s me and WAHOO RHAPSODY author Shaun Morey signing each other’s book.
This is the part of the blog where I drop names. I got to hang out and tool around New York with Shaun, Tyler Dilts (KING OF INFINITE SPACE), Helen Smith (ALISON WONDERLAND), and Charlie Williams (ONE DEAD HEN). As well as getting the opportunity to meet and chat with John Rector, Joe Konrath, Blake Crouch, Cara Black, Duane Swierczynski, Megan Abbott, and more. Read all their books, they’re all awesome.
I even found some time to hang out and see some live comedy with one of my former screenwriting students, who is currently a producer on THE DAILY SHOW. Let it be known the world over, I take 100% of the credit for his success. There was too much beer to take photos, but I swear it happened.
I’ll leave you with the worst spelling of my name ever. This is the driver that picked me up at the airport. After he dropped me off, I’m pretty sure he was going somewhere to kill James Bond.
Later this week, I’ll write about my trip to Santa Barbara where I was a judge at the Reel Loud Film Festival and even gave a speech (which only included one dick joke. I had promised to keep it classy). I bet you can’t wait. Chaow!