I volunteered for the editor/agent appointments on Saturday. Not that anyone ever really volunteers—we all fight each other tooth and nail, desperate to get in close enough to stalk and hunt these people. The closer you get, the better life gets, like a constant adrenaline rush.
Editor, agent--within ten feet and closing fast! It helps if you know what they look like. I woke up late, dressed as fast as I could, rushed over for the obligatory stale bagel, and ripped down the escalator. Turns out the time was wrong and I wasn’t just early—I was super early. A good thing since I was sweating and bleary from lack of sleep.
The room was almost empty. Not that it stayed that way.
Funny how there are always people who never show up or are late. It’s a job interview. Everyone else was there for hours, and these guys breeze in after we start loading. One woman came up to me as everyone was sitting down to the tables. We’d given her appointment away and she was furious. She wanted us to run over to the other woman and pull her out of the chair. Three emails and you figure people would realize they were supposed to arrive fifteen minutes ahead of time.
One guy came up during the appointments, said an agent requested his full and he wanted us to hand deliver it while he waited around to answer questions. Yeah, right.
After the appointments let out I hit up a lecture and went back to the room. It’s been weird. Maybe it was the heat, but I felt it more—the noise, the pressure. Like being in a big psychic vise. Cool because me and Teresa did more plotting. Chellesie came back and got all dressed to run after an agent.
The agent (in the black dress at the end of the hall) was faster. Maybe she was trying to get in line.
Or find the woman in the bridal gown...
Or maybe eat a little more chicken...White this time. People were fighting it—you could tell. By the third day no one wanted another piece of chicken. There were strange vegetables. Mini rutabagas, hard cauliflower, some random red thing with seeds and sweet potatoes.
Or maybe she just wanted to watch the ceremony and wind up the conference.
It was over too soon...
...and then we were gone. We'll be back next year.