Bologna! The final chapter.

I swung by the infamous Pink Bar last night, and it was curiously dead. I refuse to believe my generation missed the publishing party boat. I’ll go around tonight again in good faith. You see, I believe.

Lots of international interest in our list this year. We are pushing six major titles (one of which is Girl Parts- oh the joys of selling yourself…) and a series. Meanwhile I run back and forth between meetings and the business center- the only spot with wifi. Speaking of which, I’m late…

Bologna! Cont.

Today began with a bang- three book offers! Are we doin this?

We doin this.

I managed to finagle myself an agent’s centre password, which means I get free wi-fi all over the fair- which is more than I can say for my hotel, which despite the futuristic James Bond decor has no working internet, and as of last night, no working telephones. Coup number three today will be getting myself invited to the Dutch Literature Association’s cocktail party. Fingers crossed.

Bologna!

Running around, meeting with STNY’s co-agents and foreign publishers, jet-lagged, well-dressed, and full of jet-grade Italian coffee. Sallied forth in the rain last night to hit the fab SCBWI dance party. Will try and pop in to Egmont’s cocktail shindig tonight after drinks and dinner with Candlewick and company. Woot.