In the past twenty days, I’ve been in four cities. San Francisco for “author” stuff, Los Angeles for a comic convention, back home to San Diego for a few days and New York until yesterday for work.
I can tell you that I hate flying. I love getting there. Flying is the thing of the devil, mostly because I get airsick. Puking my guts out like a starfish at an all you can eat minnow buffet sick. It’s been like that since I was a kid. I’d go into why but I think it would squick out a lot of people. If you’re curious, ask in the comments. Muah hah hah. I’m too tired for sharks-with-lasers evil laughter so that’s just going to have to do.
Met some lovely people at Yaoi Con in San Francisco. Pimped the Coffee Unicorns’ books while I was there. Ah, I will have to get into the Coffee Unicorns group explanation some time soon but suffice it to say, it was a good time.
I’d taken a friend to the con… her first. I figured Yaoi Con was a good damned place to start. Great times were had. Food was eaten and oogling happened.
Who could ask for more in life?