Orycon!
Since today I’m running around like a spastic chicken, there’s no Friday writing post. (I will instead point you at this Lammas Day post, a recent oldie but goodie about how there is no SECRET.)
I’m getting ready for Orycon and preparing the house for a weekend without me. If you’re going to be at Orycon and want to say hello, here’s my schedule. (If that doesn’t work, choose me in the drop-down box here and you’ll get to the same place.) My reading has been moved to Sunday morning in the Salem room, and I think I will bring some Jill Kismet and some of the upcoming YA and let whoever is there choose what they want to hear.
That is, of course, if anyone shows up. *cringes a little*
The big sci-fi/fantasy event at Powell’s last night was completely awesome. I got to sit between Devon Monk, who is smart and funny, and Barb Hendee, who I got to tell how much I love Leesil the half-elf assassin. Between that and a glut of Tanith Lee I didn’t already own, it was a smash occasion. (Except for the traffic getting there. Ugh.) Many thanks to everyone who came, especially Marne, Kristin, and Aimee. (You guys rock.)
All right. I’ve got forty-eight hours worth of work to fit into three hours or so. Wish me luck–and see you at Orycon!
