… only a few days, and I would be on the plane to Frankfurt, visit the International Book Fare, for the first time in 5 years.
And my suitcase was empty. No new books to peddle. No exciting content to share with foreign publishers. No message in my pocket (very unusual for me).
“What am I going to do?”
Then I remembered, that this is not about me. It never has been. It is about everybody else. I just happen to be at the right place, at the right time, with 5000 other book professionals from all over the world. What a treat!
But my suitcase is empty.
In reality, it always was empty. I just imagined it had all these wonderful, successful messages, methods, miracles, mindfulnesses, that I was able to pass on and present to my friends at all these publishing houses, who faithfully reappear year after year in Frankfurt, as if nothing had happened in the meantime. But my imagination was always strong enough, combined with my enthusiasm, to convince them, this is good stuff, we better license it, translate it, market it. And they were (mostly) right. It was good for them. Some of the books sold in the millions.
But this year, I have run out of stuff. I am empty. (Well, with a few exceptions… about that more later.)
Then it struck me: I am curious. I want to hear from others. I want to listen to them. I want to share their excitement about what they found. I want to celebrate their solutions, their strokes of genius, their kind words, their enlightened ideas. I need to give them a forum.
For me, sharing, connecting, has always been front and center in my life, and in my work.
This is why I have worked as a translator for close to 30 years. (Google my name and look at the images, and you will see a lot of the covers of the books I have translated.)
And an agent.
So I started bookfacepro. Bookface (get it? it’s searchable), and Pro, that’s you. This is your space, your sandbox. Take it. Or leave it…