So, ConDFW was this weekend. I had an excellent time, but these events always leave me wanting more. I always feel like I wanted more opportunity to talk to people, I could have done a better job introducing myself to new people, that I could have been more gracious, more clever, more charming. I always strive to be the best version of myself, and I hope I come close to that.
So many wonderful people that I'm always grateful to see, I'm not even going to get into a list of names, because inevitably I will forget someone and they will feel snubbed, and I never want to do that. In general, if I talked to you, I'm grateful that I did, and wish I could have more. In any con event, I feel like the dog in Up, constantly going "Squirrel!" So many things, not enough attention. Especially at the end of my time, I pretty much had to run out the door as soon as I had my last panel, as I had to be back in Austin before 7. So no protracted goodbyes were possible.
There were, of course, many of the usual issues I have-- I almost never sleep all that well in hotels, food was pricy and merely tolerable. But that's just par for the course, I accept these things as part of the price of admission.
But now I'm home and ready to get back to work. These books aren't going to write themselves.
In the meantime, two new reviews for The Alchemy of Chaos have come up.
The Bookaneer loved it once she had the epiphany of what kind of story it was.
The Mutt Cafe compares me to Brandon Sanderson and J.K. Rowling, which, yes, I will embrace that thank you very much.