Well, I am here in SoCal and off to BEA (Book Expo America) in a few minutes. I’m excited. My first time. I know it’ll be big, and my feet will ache after but a few hours, even though I am wearing sensible shoes. I am still excited to see all that there is to see and chat with people in the publishing biz. Not being a New Yawker, we only know what we read in PW… But there are plenty of small publishers in the hinterlands too, and I’ll be just as anxious to see what they’re up to.

I flew into Las Vegas as it was just easier to go straight through there. I got to spend time in the car with my Sis driving to Upland. On the way I read to her from an antique book that her hubby picked up at a junk shop. The book, “A Gil Blas in California” is by Alexander Dumas. Written in French in 1852 and translated to English and republished in a very limited edition in 1933. It’s really very interesting, and funny—though I’m not sure it was intended to be. It features a young French fellow who goes off to the gold-fields of 1849 California. Serendipitously, I have begun some research into a related subject which I hope to turn into a book—someday.

This all feeds into my long held belief that everything happens for a reason — everything.

And now I am off to see what BEA has to teach me.