It’s strange to hear so many people speaking of your trade that you normally deal with by yourself. Overheard:
“Is this supposed to be a picture book for children? The pictures look too–strange–”
“You need to show, not tell.”
“I think I need to rip out the prologue altogether because it’s not going anywhere.”
“I told my agent that it had to be one of the larger publishing houses. I haven’t heard anything since. Agents are no good scums. I’ve been waiting three months and nothing!”
“Do you think I need to cut down on the background stuff?” “Well, it goes on for about five pages. I think so.”
So far, I met today:
A nice elderly lady who interviewed Jimmy Hendrix and the Beatles, and who can write in shorthand.
A screenwriter who has submitted a draft to the Sundance Festival.
Jane Friedman, editor of Writer’s Digest
A woman who has traveled here from Australia.