AWP has come and gone once again. What a whirlwind. There was very little sleep. Very little eating. There was a plethora of good people, so much so that you can never hang out with everybody you want to, which I guess is why this is an annual thing.
DC is daunting. But, I had a great time, even carved out a bit of time to go see the Lincoln Memorial, Saturday morning. That was awesome. I geeked out majorly. Had goosebumps and everything. Let me be clear, I've had a weird obsessive connection to Abe Lincoln since I was a little kid. Like 5 or 6. When I was fifteen I had an eerie premonition that I would have a son named Lincoln. When my wife told me she was pregnant I knew. I said "We're going to have a boy and his name is going to be Lincoln." So, yeah, add on the minor in American History and it was a very nerdy morning for me.
There's no way for me to reflect linearly about the experience. My brain is mush full of little snippets that come and go and make me think "that was awesome I need to write about that" and then ten seconds later its replaced by another.
ADP put on a reading Thursday night with Dogzplot, JMWW, and Wigleaf. That went really well, though it was full of chaos. Since Dogzplot couldn't make it and had organized much of the event I ended up trying to take the reigns as much as possible, then we got there and our MC didn't show. Which meant I introduced everyone off of a little printout of bios. I sounded like an idiot, but people seemed okay with that, which is good. The reading was packed and the readers were great. So stoked to be a part of it.
The reading I was to take part in was also fantastic, though because of a mix-up with the venue ended up getting cut short. So, I didn't get to end up reading, but it was still a fun evening and a great chance to meet some people I'd been wanting to meet. Afterward I took part in a roundtable discussion for a podcast. I felt out of place, but the others picked up the slack nicely. I'll post a link when that goes up.
I had some chaos Sunday morning. My alarm didn't go off and I woke up to the shuttle driver calling me asking if I was on my way down to the hotel lobby. I wasn't. He gave me five minutes and I somehow managed to make it. What a way to start the trip home. Plus, AWP ended with me receiving a couple rejections. One for one of the Alaska stories, and another for the Alaska collection. That means the Alaska collection is down to three presses. All of whom were at the top of my list from the beginning. One of whom I've had contact with and am keeping my fingers crossed. We'll see.
So. AWP. DC. I met a billion people and all of them awesome. I got to have dinners and drinks with writers who blow my mind. I missed out on others, but that's why we do these things annually, I guess. I got to feel utterly inadequate as a writer, which I believe is healthy. I got to take a few pictures, so enjoy:

Scott Garson, of Wigleaf taking a break on the floor to text.
A good time all around. Too short and blurry. Can we AWP for a living? I'm going to write another roundup for the ADP site, and will link when I do. Maybe my brain will clear up a bit, too, and provide some better stories.