Day 4. Supplies running short. Fatigue setting in. Considered accosting teenager on subway today who had coffee that smelled good. Thought better of it. Wondering if I’ll make it back to California.
Natives are restless.
Ah, just kidding. Things are great here in New York, and it’s been really fun to meet with editors, agents and friends. Although I must say that after so many meetings with so many different people at a breakneck pace, my brain feels like it’s been run over by a taxi. I didn’t go so far as to forget my name as the subject line suggests, but there’s still plenty of time for that.
Today I had planned to do sort of a pulse of the industry post, but what I’m constantly reminded of instead is how individual things are for everyone in publishing. We’ve all read the End of Publishing article and are wondering about the future, but everyone is excited about their lists, ready to find the next great project, and especially in a time where people are on edge, so many people in publishing just really love their jobs.
What are people looking for? Same as always: good books.