Going to AWP this year seems to be a little contentious. Maybe it is every year and I just don’t pay attention. I don’t pay much attention. At any rate if you’re not going, you can attend Meg Pokrass’s A Barbaric yAWP Party. Same difference. Probably more fun—less flying at least.But I’m bound for Denver, and I am ready for my AWP experience. I have everything I need:
√A leather bound notebook so that I can write while other people are just talking about writing.
√A laptop to sit in the free Wi-Fi lobby and blog about the conference.
√An odd hat so people will look at me.
√An odd pair of shoes so that when people are looking down and don’t see my hat they will notice my shoes and look at me.
√Pre-prepared questions/comments (mostly comments) that are so good they will prove that I am smarter than the people on the panel and that I should have been up there in the first place.
√A limber neck so that I can scan the Bookfair as I talk to someone in case there is someone more important I should be talking to.
√Nonalcoholic whiskey to use for shots with other writers who are using actual whiskey so that I can drink them under the table and thus prove I am a better writer.
√My wife--step one in entourage creation.
Away we go.
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