Have I mentioned how much I love my apartment?
Home again, late, delivered safely to my door by the Old Man. I’m hoping I avoided the stomach flu, but loads of folks weren’t so lucky.
The con got easier on Saturday, and I had a better time and kept myself busy and went to a great reading and all I have to say about that is: WHEN IS BEN ROSENBAUM’S NOVEL COMING OUT DAMMIT???
There was food, and more food (did I mention it was Ethiopean food??) and I got to meet my fabulous editor, and there was more food, and strange introductions, and wild characters, and some folks I was genuinely overjoyed and incredibly suprised to see.
Overall, though, yes, it was kinda exhausting, and I’m glad to be home. I’ll plan better for next time. This year was just kind of a crap shoot. Next year needs a proper schedule, as I’ve been told that God’s War will be coming out next summer instead of next fall.
I have a lot of work to do between now and then.
And you know what I realized?
Cons are a lot different after you get a book contract. It’s not so much fun anymore.
It’s like… work.
Gah.
