Someone else wrote a long and thoughtful post today. Mom, he’s not kidding about the TMI part (which somehow does not come through when I link it, the cut vanishes…hmmm). You are hereby warned.

I went to my first writers conference in, it must have been the spring of 2006. The San Francisco Writers Conference. I knew not a soul, not a single soul. But it was in my home town, and it looked like it would be a reasonably good conference, so I thought it would be a

WOW, am I tired. Four days of nonstop partying networking very seriously with drunken overgrown adolescents* industry movers and shakers really takes it out of a person. I’m sorry, I cannot even begin to describe it. I am still trying to process and remember everything. I halfway wish WFC could be a week long–but then

Thank you everyone for the birthday wishes yesterday!! It was truly a fun and fantastic day, start to finish. I’d tell you all about it, but then I’d have to kill you, and I just don’t have time for that. 🙂 Suffice it to say, it’s really thoughtful of the WFC organizers to have this

Best. Birthday. Evar. Yep, it’s not even 9am and that is already true. 🙂

Yesterday morning I did my packing and organizing and hunting and gathering, then drove down to San Jose. Got here around 1, tired and stressed and demoralized. An hour with Jay and that was completely turned around. Then we went down to the bar and immediately jumped into the fray. The plan was to have

Well, despite all the busy, I’ve been feeling rather more isolated these last two days than is probably good for me. It’s nobody’s fault–just, lots going on, accidents of timing, etc. But now it stops: I’m heading down to San Jose as soon as I can get everything done here, where I will find Jay,

I’m back at the Day Jobbe today for just one day before heading off to World Fantasy tomorrow. I can’t decide if this is crazy or not. I’ve been swamped with little (and not so little) urgent things that have kept me busy all day, so I guess that’s good. Unless they are *so* urgent

1. Travel Update. I am home, back in the Witchnest, after a day of such travel win that I’m almost a-feared to talk about it. So, I will just take it as payback for all those travel fail days. Briefly: tillyjane fetched me to the airport–no traffic. Got there crazy early, so I had a

Well, it’s never what you expect. I don’t have anything coherent or intelligent to say, so I will just post a link where Jay explains what we know so far. Sigh.