On the road again: CoastCon, day 4

I'm home, and I'm exhausted. I got very little sleep at this con, but I did have many good times. This morning, I did two back-to-back panels, one with Toni Weisskopf on nanotechnology and one with Diana Rowland on mystery in SF. Both drew small but attentive crowds, and I enjoyed them, though I fear I talked too much.

I hope to be home for the next few weeks, polish off the page proofs of Overthrowing Heaven, nail down the outline of Children No More, and get cracking on that baby. I'm past ready to be writing it.

On the road again: CoastCon, day 3

After a fitful and frequently interrupted sleep, I showered and headed to a reading. As I'd predicted, only one person I didn't know attended--but I read anyway. He liked what he heard enough to head to the dealer's room and buy one of my books, so I count that as a tiny triumph.

Our day then sort of spilled away, with BBQ lunch again the The Shed; a break for a movie (The Knowing, about which all you need to know is that you should either wait for the DVD or skip it); a lucrative thirteen minutes playing blackjack at The Hard Rock Casino; an entertaining dinner afterward at the Ruth's Chris Steak House with Toni Weisskopf and David and Sharon Weber; and very enjoyable and late-into-the-night conversations with John Picacio, Traci Picacio, Chris Roberson, Diana Rowland, and various other folks who wandered by. I stayed out too late and now must pay the price by working even later, but so it goes; cons are like that, and I'm not complaining.