I went to my obsessive addiction web site--www.publishersmarketplace.com--a few half dozen times yesterday just so I could see the flickr photos of Book Expo.  I shouldn't have done it, but things like that are a drug for me.  I want to know, know, know, and then I wish I didn't.  You see, I am going today to the big book-o-rama, and now I feel out of it after having looked at the mirth and giddiness in the photos.  Sure I casually blogged on Christopher Gortner's page that BEA was no flipping big deal.  But I think I lied to him and you, one of the two lies that I told that day.  Yet BEA really isn't big in the overall scheme of "deal."  It's a trade show.  It's about book people all getting together and trying to figure out what will sell and not sell.  Authors and publishers and agents all milling and meeting.  People go nutty, have fun, become overwhelmed, rush home and sit in their caves for weeks recovering from it.

So I'm putting on the new dress my mother bought for me as a present, my new stockings, bringing my new bookmarks, and flying down to LA to sign for one half hour.  Yay!  Yay!  What an idiot.

Okay, so I'll wander.  I'll get a couple of free books.  I picked up a great book bag the last time I was there, but that wasn't on the last day of the show, like today is.  I will be in book bag dearth, I assume.  All the really famous people have fled, getting home to have a Sunday.  But hey, I'm going anyway, bringing my computer so I can write on the way there and read the final draft of my son's Korea paper on the way home.

More tomorrow.

Jessica

PS--I will bring my camera, so if I see someone really interesting, I'll see if I can bring a photo or two or three to share.  That way, you don't have to go to another web site!