The first time I went to NYC was to attend SCBWI’s first annual winter conference (it was my first time spending a big chunk o’ money on this writing thing). The second time I went was to meet with several editors as my prize for winning SCBWI’s Sue Alexander Award (it was my first time spending a big chunk o’ someone else’s money on this writing thing). Both times, I went alone.
Now, I’m going as an official author…and my honey’s coming with me!
On Sunday, June 3rd, I’m gonna bask in the literary candy store of BookExpo America. Meanwhile, my wife wants to run up the stairs of the Empire State Building. Unfortunately, this isn’t allowed anymore (other than during their annual race to the top). So does anyone know of another NYC skyscraper which allows access to its stairs for people who crave that kind of pain? Cuz that would be my wife.
On Monday, we’re gonna be the ultimate tourists and hit museums, restaurants, and Broadway shows from sun-up till almost sun-up again.
On Tuesday, I’m gonna briefly sit in on the recording of the audio book for Thirteen Reasons Why...which I know will absolutely fuh-reak me out! Then, I’m gonna swing by the Donnell Central Children’s Room and say “Hey!” to everyone’s favorite bloggin’ librarian. Meanwhile, my wife is gonna take her djembe (a handheld African drum) and find a nice street corner to serenade the East Coasters with her music. But does anyone know if she can get arrested for that? Cuz our flight is non-refundable and she really needs to get back in time for work.
On Wednesday, I’m gonna sit in on some more audio recording, listening to the second narrator bring my story to life. Then I’m going out to lunch with my editor from Listening Library. And then my editor from Razorbill is gonna show me around the Penguin empire, introducing me to all the creative and wonderful people who have worked so hard on my book. Meanwhile, my wife (who, by then, should be totally worn out) is gonna relax in Central Park with her sketchbook….which, to me, sounds like a perfectly sane thing to do.
NOTE FROM MY WIFE: If any of you wanna join her for some skyscraper steppin’ or Central Park sketchin’, shoot me an e-mail.
NOTE TO ROBIN & EVE: Seriously, I would love for the two of you to come. But I used to work for the airlines, and they can tell when two women are scrunched up in a piece of luggage.