By all accounts, this is the biggest AWP of all time. The show is sold out. Hordes of angry writers were denied access to the conference halls for reasons of city fire code. We expected commerce beyond our wildest imaginations.
Instead, we had a relatively quiet day in the booth, with consumer attention focused on you know who.
August was king of the day, including a cameo appearance with the lovely Nicelle Davis (a poet whose work you should know, if you do not).
He hung out with me (all the while keeping an eye peeled for hot poetesses).
He hung out with Robbi (by this point realizing that certain writers of historical fiction can be rather fetching in their own right).
And he hung out with the estimable Matt Madden, titan of the comic world (that’s comic Maus, not comic Batman).
And he supped at Harold’s Chicken Shack #62, Chicago mainstay and purveyors of fine deep-fried victuals.
We are heading off now for day two. We (and August) are hoping the record-setting hordes of writers will be there, too.
No one – writer or not – can resist a baby in a bear cub suit.
Well you certainly made my day. I was ready to just camp out and read everything in the booth, but there just wasn’t enough time. Also, I was distracted by the baby who ruined everything. I will, however, engage in some wild commerce in the privacy of my own home. I will also encourage the 6 or 7 readers of Suburban Kamikaze to do the same. So yeah, cha-ching.
SK
It was nice meeting you both. Hope you sold a pile of books.
SK
http://www.suburbankamikaze.com/suburban_kamikaze/2012/03/babies-vs-teenagers.html
SK! Thank you for the good ink! And nice meeting you too – if I had known you were going to say such nice things about me and my baby, I would have woken (waked?) him up so you could really see just how ruinous he can be. Please don’t tell me anything about teenagers. I am blissfully unaware.
Also – sorry the comment didn’t post immediately. Overzealous spam filter.