I Escape the Hospital...and RT as well

Unfortunately, I spent the last few days in the hospital and am now on the hunt for a specialist. There was just no way I could go to RT, which I maturely handled by crying into my shirt. Only death--and hospitalization--could have kept me from it.

That's all the next that's fit to print. I'm feeling better today and was very excited to eat a supper that was NOT hospital food. :-)

Deadlines, RT, and Australia Still Looming

I've tried telling myself "I'm going to be at RT two weeks from today" and it keeps seeming completely unreal. Also, this year my sister is attending, playing the part of my faithful "it's weird seeing up close people who, y'know, like you" retinue. Yvonne, my sister, isn't nearly as impressed with me as, say, *I* am. The first "wow, I was so nervous about meeting you and also I think you're the greatest writer in the history of the written word" will send her into gales of humiliating laughter.

Which is precisely why she's there. In order to be the Yin to my Yang, the Jekyll to my Hyde, the Joker to my Batman, only people who have known me at least two decades may apply. That way, just as soon as my head starts swelling as a result of a few too many "you're awesome; I love Betsy!, will you sign my kidney?" she will be on hand to jam a nail file into the back of my hand. The yelps of agony remind me that, at the end of the day (and the beginning, and the middle) I'm a not-terribly-educated Midwestern mother of two who scribbles amusing stories that, now and again, other people enjoy reading. That's all.

That's really all.

Also, it hasn't escaped my notice that I haven't blogged properly about the Australia trip. But I have an excuse...I've been finishing ME, MYSELF, AND WHY, the first in a new trilogy about an FBI agent with Multiple Personality Disorder. Perhaps I'll post the first chapter here as penance. But not until I've blogged about Australia.

So! Next week: Australia. ME, MYSELF AND WHY. Prepping for RT. Also, I must shop for groceries and have the dealership fix my rear windshield wiper, which stops working the instant it senses moisture of any kind.

Tons of Free Stuff

To prep for the RT 2009 convention in Orlando this month, I've ordered quite a bit of new promo items. So, if you're at the signing or any of my workshops this month, you'll have your choie of book marks, buttons (BITCH OUT OF WATER being a particular favorite), and temp tattoos in the shapes of high heels and dragons. I'll also be giving away a galley of UNDEAD AND UNWELCOME.

I might get reeeeeeally organized and remember to bring business cards. Yeah, I know. What kind of networking dumbass goes to a convention to meet hundreds of people and doesn't bring business cards? A dumbass like me, I suppose. That's okay. I freely embrace my dumb-assery.

Hope to see a bunch of you in Orlando in three weeks!