Book Expo of America

I managed to get a friend (who shall be nameless for protection) to lend me an ID to get me into the BEA, if only for two hours. The expo is a gi-normous event for authors, publishers, and vendors to hawk their wares. I was overwhelmed by the sights and happenings and started grabbing whatever I was offered. Two hours later I trudged out of the place and, dripping with sweat and aching all over, arrived home with my stash of almost 80 uncorrected proofs and complimentary books—some of them signed by the author. Sure, most of them were garbage and I probably wouldn’t have bought any on my own, but the excitement of it all makes it quite the time. If I can do the same thing next year, I’m sure to make it into an invaluable score.