Tuesday, August 6, 2013

What are you doing over there? Why don't you ever update your blog? Part One

 
Fireflies


I'm actually going to take those two questions in reverse order.

So. Why don't I ever update this blog? Two excuses, four words. Heat wave. New York.

The balmy days with temperatures that only barely stretched their way into the upper 70s or low 80s didn't last much beyond my first week in the city. The heatwave hit from both sides: it was hot, and it was humid. Everyone was complaining about the heat, the stickiness, the sweatiness. And when I say everyone, I mean all of the normal people who have air-conditioned apartments. Can you see where I'm going with this?

As a transient city-dweller, you're pretty much at the mercy of your budget and the availability of short-term housing. I lucked out on almost every front: the location is great and the price was right. The only downside? No air-conditioning. It was hot enough that I had a hard time sleeping one night. I looked at my phone around midnight, and the temperature was still in the mid-80s. Needless to say, staying cool and comfortable came before just about everything else, and the last thing I wanted was to sit with the little heater that is my laptop.

The one good thing that came with the heatwave was the sudden appearance of fireflies. I don't think they ever get less magical. 

New York has plenty of it's own magic and adventure to offer—that's the other reason I've been reneging on my blogging promises. There's so much to see! So much to do! So much to eat! 

More on these adventurey bits is coming later. So on to part one of the first question: what I've been up to at work.

I'm working as a marketing intern with one of the imprints at a big, fancy publishing house. There are twenty six interns here this summer, but we're all scattered in different divisions and departments. The marketing team I'm working with is small—just a few people. They handed me the keys to their social media kingdom on day one, so I've been doing a lot of tweeting, posting, and tumbling. I've also helped with outreach to bloggers—one day that might mean researching music or book blogs, and the next might mean writing a pitch to parenting bloggers. I've also helped with some of their advertising (if anyone is ever curious about how those Facebook ads end up on your sidebar, I'm  your person—and yes, they really are effective). One of the fun things about book marketing is that you rarely do the same thing twice; something is always changing because the topic of each book is never the same.

Working in book marketing is great for someone early in their career because you get to have contact with almost every other department. Sitting in on meetings with editorial, design, sales, and production really affords you the opportunity to see how all of the pieces fit together to make a single book come together and then move out into the world where people can finally read it. And from a  less pragmatic (though arguably no less important) perspective, it also gives you the opportunity to see how much people really love the work that they do. It's amazing to see enthusiasm turned loose on a project and to see the way it manifests itself in the day-to-day work that goes on in each department.

It takes a lot of people to turn an idea in an author's head into the type of book that sits on your shelf. With that, I'll leave you with this excellent video by one of my favorite YA authors and Youtubers, John Green.


Friday, July 12, 2013

A Long Overdue Update: The Crash Landing

If I were to tell you that I crash-landed in New York, it wouldn't be too far from the truth. One of my friends predicted that I would arrive in The City looking something like this:

Not pictured: suitcase full of dreams.

Reality included more sweat, frizzier hair, and was accompanied by the acrid smell of burning rubber.

Plan A  involved my sister and I flying into Hartford and then renting a car so that we could drive ourselves to the UCONN campus to pick up Aubrey's Jeep. I'll pause here to offer you a life lesson: it doesn't matter how cranky you are after a long flight, be nice to the lady at the rental car counter. This is good advice because no one likes a jerk, but also because she might just toss you the keys to an electric blue Mustang convertible if you smile and act generally decent.

All was going according to plan for the first twelve or so hours. After a night spent crashing on Aubrey's friend's couch, we packed up the Jeep, returned the rental car, and started heading towards New York. This is where things started going awry. So here's life lesson number two: if your car's breaks are making a weird noise, it's probably better to have it checked out sooner rather than later.

We managed to hit New York City right at rush hour on Friday afternoon, and let me tell you, there ain't no traffic jam like a New York City traffic jam. We were sitting in bumper to bumper traffic when the smoke started pouring out of the wheel wells. Once we crossed the bridge into Manhattan, we pulled the car off the road to have ourselves a nice little panic. The fact that it was hot and also raining seems germane here. 

Needless to say, things were not going according to plan. 

We were eventually able to limp the car down to my building and find a spot to park (which is a small miracle in Manhattan). We had planned to spend Saturday exploring around the city. What we did instead was hoof it around Brooklyn and watch an on-foot police chase while the car was being fixed. A few hours and one big bill later we were back on the road.

C'est la vie. Here's life lesson number three: take things as they come, laugh, turn up the stereo, and sing anyways.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Poem for a New Adventure

I ran across this Walt Whitman poem in the midst of a sleepless night last week, and I have been thinking about it ever since. It seems especially appropriate as I get ready to head off to the airport and on to Connecticut before finally arriving in New York tomorrow. And now, off on an adventure!

On Journeys Through the States
by Walt Whitman

On journeys through the States we start,
(Ay through the world, urged by these songs,
Sailing henceforth to every land, to every sea,)
We willing learners of all, teachers of all, and lovers of all.

We have watch’d the seasons dispensing themselves and passing on,
And have said, Why should not a man or woman do as much as the

        seasons, and effuse as much?

We dwell a little while in every city and town,
We pass through Kanada, the North-east, the vast valley of the
        Mississippi, and the Southern States,
We confer on equal terms with each of the States,
We make trial of ourselves and invite men and women to hear,
We say to ourselves, Remember, fear not, be candid, promulgate the
        body and the soul,
Dwell a while and pass on, be copious, temperate, chaste, magnetic,
And what you effuse may then return as the seasons return,
And may be just as much as the seasons.



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