This is so I can say, "Did so!" when my husband says I haven't blogged recently.
The irony: I have a bunch of stuff to blog about, I'm just too friggin' tired. Books, conferences, movies, reviews, family junk, books, upcoming books, books, and also books. But seriously: I'm literally nodding as I stumble through this paragraph. Probably haven't read enough books about the problem of the month: insomnia!
The irony: too tired to write, not tired enough to sleep. Is God a clever bugger, or what?
Next up: Mysteria blog and edits for Jennifer Scales and the Seraph of Sorrow (which has, if I may say so myself, a KICKING cover).
Friday, September 26, 2008
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
I Rock The Casbah At Coppercon
Hope the title wasn't too 80s for you guys. We all just got back from Arizona, one of the few states I, former Air Force brat, have never been. Tony and I had been invited to come to CopperCon as guests of honor.
Hmm. I'm not sure "Tony and I" and "guests of honor" have ever been in the same sentence before. I mean, our names were on the official COPPERCON 2008 t-shirts, for God's sake.
It was a blast for about eighty reasons. We were treated with...with...what's the opposite of contempt? Oh, right! Respect. The hotel was terrific (overlooking a golf course, although the thought of their water bill made me shiver). The Coppercon staff was outstanding: they always knew when and where we were supposed to be, what panels we were on, and what was coming next. I mean, these people were PREPPED. We even had our own personal assistant, a perfectly nice fellow named Eric who relaxed as soon as he realized we could tell time and thus, didn't need to be herded to each of our workshops. His badge cracked me up; he was THAT GUY. As in, "What are all these boxes doing here? Grab that guy, he can move them."
I thought Arizona was beautiful although, as a fair-skinned Minnesota resident, I was fairly terrified to go outside. The heat! My God, the blistering, boiling, unrelenting HEAT!
Oh, and hail. Yeah. It hails. In the DESERT. Who knew?
We also got to give away tons of books, buttons, and I donated a galley of FISH OUT OF WATER, the last book in the Fred the Mermaid trilogy, to their charity auction.
Also, free booze and snacks every night. I mean, jeez. What's not to love?
Hmm. I'm not sure "Tony and I" and "guests of honor" have ever been in the same sentence before. I mean, our names were on the official COPPERCON 2008 t-shirts, for God's sake.
It was a blast for about eighty reasons. We were treated with...with...what's the opposite of contempt? Oh, right! Respect. The hotel was terrific (overlooking a golf course, although the thought of their water bill made me shiver). The Coppercon staff was outstanding: they always knew when and where we were supposed to be, what panels we were on, and what was coming next. I mean, these people were PREPPED. We even had our own personal assistant, a perfectly nice fellow named Eric who relaxed as soon as he realized we could tell time and thus, didn't need to be herded to each of our workshops. His badge cracked me up; he was THAT GUY. As in, "What are all these boxes doing here? Grab that guy, he can move them."
I thought Arizona was beautiful although, as a fair-skinned Minnesota resident, I was fairly terrified to go outside. The heat! My God, the blistering, boiling, unrelenting HEAT!
Oh, and hail. Yeah. It hails. In the DESERT. Who knew?
We also got to give away tons of books, buttons, and I donated a galley of FISH OUT OF WATER, the last book in the Fred the Mermaid trilogy, to their charity auction.
Also, free booze and snacks every night. I mean, jeez. What's not to love?
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