Which isn't as exciting as it sounds. For those who don't know anything about AWP, it's an annual conference for writers and writing programs. Basically, it's an excuse for writers to get together, talk a bunch of smack about other writers, editors, magazines, publishers, agents, and so on while drinking quite a bit and eating around the clock.
This year's conference was in Chicago, three hours north of us. An easy drive. Parking, however? Not so easy. Or cheap, rather.
We didn't spring for a table in the bookfair for a few reasons. First, it's kind of expensive. But also, we don't have physical books to put on said table. And neither of us wants to sit at said table all day for for three days. We did make bookmarks and pass them out to random strangers, and also left them on the "free for all" tables throughout the hotel.
Still, we did meet several readers and submitters, which was nice. And a few of the people we met have already submitted stories, or promised to submit stories, which is also good.
The highlight of our trip. Probably Giordano's. Worth the wait.
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