[UPDATE: A HISTORY OF GLITTER AND BLOOD also made Publishers Marketplace’s YA Buzz-Books for BEA! – 5.22.]
Hannah’s NOT OTHERWISE SPECIFIED already made a few greatlists this year. I’m so thrilled to see her utterly original and heartbreaking fantasy A HISTORY OF GLITTER AND BLOOD appearing on this Publishers Weekly list (in fine company I might add):
Coming down after a long, loud week at the BEA. Mostly was a hermit this weekend, watching a lot of t.v. and wasting the beautiful weather. Emptying my jacket pockets I find a dozen business cards (oh right, I remember her), cheap pens, and receipts for $6 bottles of water. I expect these things to dematerialize in my hand like the Star of Astaroth from Bedknobs and Broomsticks, but they persist. It’s the exhausted thrill that’ll fade. Ho-hum, we had fun, but now it’s back to work.
So here’s the question: what to do between projects? I’m waiting for my agent to get back to me with notes, which will certainly mean more work on the New One (either that or he’ll pass it to my editor, which means a little more waiting, then, again, more work on the New One), so I’m wary of stepping off into another book just yet. But at the same time I go a little crazy without a project. I’ve considered short stories, but frankly, they frighten me. My best bet is brainstorming the next novel, which is only slightly less terrifying. “The journey of a thousand miles…” and all that, but the first step still has to have a direction, and that’s the toughest part.
But what am I complaining about? It’s a beautiful day. I’ve got all these cheap pens, and tonight it’s drinks and BBQ at Flatbush Farm. Life could be worse.
BEA comes but once a year, and like a black-ops strike-force, you want to be prepared. Don’t repel from your helicopter without this handy checklist:
Small bills. The Javits Center food is terrifying. Better rely on the vendors outside. Still, they will not break a twenty for a six-dollar burrito (a crime punishable by death in some countries). Bring exact change.
For guys: breathable suits and shirts. 80 degree weather. A glass building in direct sunlight nine hours a day. Think about it.
Sixty pens. Last year I went with thirty and *still* lost them all. Not again, damn it.
Up-to-date business cards. Average accrued time spent explaining incorrect info at BEAs past: seventeen thousand hours.
iPod with dancey mix. Listen to music while walking between meetings. Keeps you pumped up. I recommend bands with names that are only letters. CSS, M.I.A., MGMT, etc.
Hard copies. The Javits Center, much like the Bermuda Triangle, exists in an electromagnetic pocket that will instantly sap your Blackberry and cell battery. And when the power goes out, who holds all the cards? The guy who printed his schedule, that’s who.
Vitamin water. A cooler-full. Preferably the “revive” variety.