Love the Red Hot Chili Peppers. They make some great music to get the writing juices flowing.
Well, I zoomed into Los Angeles on Thursday, grabbed some cheap Chinese food and locked myself in my room cursing my advancing years and the three hour time difference between Charleston and Los Angeles. I worked the floor and met some interesting people, but the fun started when I hit the signing area. I only got two books signed. One I previously talked about, Dave Madden. The Partridge Family was a big part of my life growing up, and I still consider the comedic timing between Danny Bonaduce and Dave Madden one of the best of that era in sitcoms.
The second book I got signed was Zoe’s Tale by John Scalzi, and I think I totally managed to freak Scalzi out. I consult with authors every day about how to market books online. I use Scalzi as an example of an author who has successfully built an online community and maintained a substantial fan base that basically serves has his volunteer sales force because they love him so much. This is what I should have told Scalzi, but instead I said. “John Scalzi! I’m a big fan of Old Man’s War and your blog. I talk about you every day.” To which my coworker Whitney said “Yes he does!” (It’s a small office, and we all hear each other’s phone conversations.) Scalzi looked somewhat alarmed as this 42-year-old man is staring him like a stalker. I never explained to him in what context I talk about him. I imagine he assumes I have pictures of him in my cube with candles burning and a plastic bag with a lock of his hair. I did get an ARC of Zoe’s Tale hastily signed by Scalzi with an eye towards the closest exit point.
I’ll be back here later to talk about my own signings. It was great getting to meet some of the readers, and a little strange at the same time.
If you’ve never been to BEA, go! It’s in New York next year. I’ll see you there.
Arrived in Los Angeles. Had a relatively painless trip, but I witnessed three things that terrified and mystified me.
1. I stopped at FedEx this morning on the way to the airport and watched in amazement while a UPS driver walked in the building and delivered a package to someone who works at FedEx. I think this is one of the signs of the apocalypse.
2. I almost walked off the plane in Charleston this morning when an International soccer team boarded. My history of International soccer teams and air travel is sketchy, but I’m under the impression they crash in the mountains a lot and eat each other. My one saving grace is there aren’t any mountains between Charleston and Atlanta.
3. Some guy on the flight from Atlanta to LA stole my seat. When I pointed out that ‘B’ (my seat) was the aisle seat, he said “No it isn’t.” I showed him the diagram and he was unfazed. When I said “Yeah, I really think the aisle is ‘B’” he wasn’t moved. I was stunned and shocked at the lengths to which he denied reality. I sat next to the window and had a very awkward 4 ½ hour flight. All I could think was we were going to crash and everyone was going to think I was that jerkhole because he was sitting in 30’B’ – MY SEAT!
On a less frightening note, I finished my rewrites and my new outline. Finished until I get more editorial suggestions back that is.
BTW – I forogt to bring a book so I picked up Twilight by Stephanie Meyer in the airport. Vampire romance is not my thing, but I am enjoying it so far.