This week I have actually been communicating with the authors at nightingale press, encouraging, cajoling, sweet-talking and also pressing them to accompany their publisher to rent a half cubicle at book expo America 2007 in new York city, June 1- June 2. We have 32 writers, and also 15 have actually registered for the occasion. Possibly 5 or six will certainly go to personally, which will allow them an opportunity to do a minimum of one, if not two book signings, go to workshops, go to talks as well as events, and also have a good time in the large apple. They will certainly learn more about each various other and also their publisher in an entirely brand-new means. These writers will certainly get an education they cannot get differently. They will certainly face the clarity of simply the amount of books, authors as well as purveyors of the composed word there in fact are. They will certainly duke it out the feeling of smallness and also insignificance that going to substantial tradeshows could cause for also the most stalwart of the self-confident personalities that write books. They will certainly find that their job to rise to a point of presence.
But, they will certainly exist. They will be advertising their books. They will certainly be scrubbing elbows with the literati as well as glitterati who certainly show up on the scene, reminding the rest of us simple people who we actually remain in the scheme of things. Every authorized book they hand out, every business card they take, every link they have with others that love books will improve them as writers and also as individuals.
Will they be invigorated or drained pipes by the realization that their book is only one of 200,000 or even more released every year in the united states- that is greater than 500 books released daily.
I remember how it was for me the very first time I went to book expo in 2004. As I lugged my rolling suitcase filled with my 50 books and handouts across the book promotions gravel parking lots as well as broken pathways bring about McCormick center in Chicago, not sure if I was going the right way, two thirty-something men slowed their long-legged speed to ask if they might aid.
That thing looks heavy, could I assist you draw it into the structure. The New York accent stressed his inquiry, as I welcomed his help with, yes, if you have a suggestion where you believe I must go once we are within. It turned out these others were jobbers, guys that get back-listed books for resale to the likes of wall-mart, Costco and Sam’s club. The discussion was pretty prejudiced as they clarified the function of their job to be purchasing up the books that have been returned unsold from the book shops, you recognize, the ones the publishers cannot offer otherwise.