Saturday slush pile

I spent a lot of the day reading Kaleidotrope slush on my iPad, trying to get caught up on older submissions. I’ve actually been burnt a few times in the past couple of weeks on submissions that turned out to have been accepted elsewhere by the time I replied to accept them. I’m not a big fan of simultaneous submissions, and do in fact explicitly state in my guidelines that I won’t accept them, but I do understand why it’s a popular practice among writers. Writing a story takes considerable time and effort, so the natural impulse is to cast as wide a net with it as possible. Still, reading a story is not an insignificant investment of my time, especially when it’s a story that I like, that I might need to read more than once before accepting, and it’s very aggravating to learn that my investment was for naught. I do my level best to reply to all submissions within a three-month window, and I welcome queries from writers when I fail to reply in that time, but I realize that’s not enough of a guarantee for some people. I don’t necessarily hold it against writers when I find out their stories have been submitted elsewhere, but I also hope they realize that not every editor is going to be as forgiving. It depends on the venue, and their rate of response, but if they have a specific policy against simultaneous submissions, it might be best not to ignore that policy.

Beyond reading some stories — and accepting a few that I hope I’ll actually be able to accept — I watched a little television and played a little with the dog, a pretty typical Saturday. This evening, my parents and I went out to dinner to celebrate my father’s birthday, which is this coming Monday. We had a perfectly nice dinner at a local Italian place recently written up in the New York Times.

And that was my Saturday.

To BEA or not to BEA

So I don’t know about you, but the big thing I did today was attend BookExpo America.

Yesterday evening, just before I left for the day, there were whispers that a few badges might be floating around the office. We don’t attend as an exhibitor (which I find a little weird, even with the Expo’s heavy focus on trade publishing), but when it’s in New York, we do sometimes put in an appearance. And sure enough, this morning there was a sign-up sheet for anyone interested in using one of three badges to attend. The BEA isn’t open to the public, and I’ve never been to it before, so I was really interested in getting a badge, even if I’d only get to use it for a couple of hours.

Almost no one else had signed up for any of the morning or early-afternoon slots — just one other person before me — so I had to track down one of the people who’d attended yesterday to get a badge. I’d taken the 11 am to 1 pm shift, so I decided to walk over to the Jacob Javits Center around 10:45. It was a little hot and muggy for that long a walk, maybe, but a cab ride’s expensive and the subway probably wouldn’t have saved me much time. (And I probably still would have had to walk. Our office isn’t right next to any subway stops.) And then I spent the next couple of hours just walking around the exhibit hall, picking up the occasional freebie and just taking it all in.

I’ve heard that this year’s Expo was a much diminished thing, smaller and shorter than in years past, but I can’t speak to that. The biggest convention I’ve ever been to (with the exception of a New York sf/comic con when I was much younger) in the American Psychological Association‘s, a couple of years ago in Washington, D.C. At the time, I thought that was pretty big, with the vast resources and constructions of drug companies on display. (Eli Lilly, for instance, had a Starbucks in their booth.) This wasn’t quite that extravagant, but it was significantly bigger and more impressive.

Then again, the last conference I attended as an exhibitor, it was just us and one other publisher, with tables outside the hotel’s meeting rooms.

I picked up some free stuff — a kazoo, a book light and pad, a T-shirt advertising Tom Clancy’s newest book, another different book about urban farming. And I saw a few people I recognized, like actress Bernadette Peters, skateboarder Tony Hawk, and publishers/editors Gavin Grant and Ellen Datlow. I also saw someone dressed up as Olivia the Pig. (Someone working for the publisher, that is. This isn’t ComicCon.) I kind of wish I’d picked up the courage to say hello, but that pig, man, she’s a rock star.

I met the next group around 1 pm, to hand over my badge, and then I walked back to the office. I grabbed a quick bite to eat for lunch — hot dogs from a street vendor, something I very rarely buy — and got back to the office just in time for the dullest information session I’ve ever attended. Several of us left, an hour and a half into it, when it became clear the session was just going to continue covering things we already knew, or didn’t need to know, and do so in the most drawn-out way imaginable. The person leading the session seemed nice enough, and it was useful enough information — the half we needed know, and already knew, that is — but I was definitely reminded why I’d originally planned on skipping the session altogether. It certainly wasn’t anywhere as much fun as the BookExpo.

Other than that, my father had another doctor’s appointment this evening — his eye troubles from awhile back might be worsening, unfortunately — so we ate out again at a local Thai place. The restaurant wasn’t remarkable — but was very slow — but my garlic shrimp were quite tasty. It seemed very much like a pale imitation of a Thai restaurant much closer to home, though I did quite like the tamarind candy they had instead of mints at the door.

Anyway, that was my day. I’m looking forward to Friday and another three-day weekend.

Thursday various

Wōdnesdæg, anyone?

Today was remarkably uneventful. It was quite hot, if that’s counts for anything, but the closest Wednesday came to differentiating itself from the rest of the week was when my parents and I went out to dinner at a local rib place. Not exactly rip-roaring excitement, that, but hey, what’re ya gonna do?

Wednesday various