So, our pal Ron of Beatrice.com flexed his editorial muscles and wrote me a doctor’s note for BEA. I am now a “correspondent.” I didn’t think much about it, save for the fact that I am now spared the $150 entrance fee or whatever it is (thanks, dude!), I will happily make with the Beatrice.com coverage and of course will pick up books for Endicott. That is, until I started getting some interesting email.

See, as a “correspondent,” I am placed on a special list of People Who Might Give Publishers And Authors Press. I hadn’t considered this, but of course it makes perfect sense, nothing wrong, nothing to see here. Until interesting pieces of actual paper mail start appearing in the UPS box.

Actually, no, that’s okay. I like mail. I even like direct mail advertisements. Fo’realz!

Until the “representatives of L. Ron Hubbard’s non-fiction works” start calling me on the telephone.

Uncle! Foul! Something or other.

In the plus column, Moleskine is presenting “a special exhibition of 70 Moleskine notebooks created by architects, artists, designers, illustrators and writers” in honor of their FREAKIN’ AWESOME new city notebooks and I have an invitation to the opening reception sitting right here. I need to RSVP.

I’m only going to BEA for the craft books and the notebooks. Okay, and maybe the snacks.

I kid, I kid. I love BEA. I can’t wait.