I’m still alive, my plane didn’t crash, the ride from Queens (where our hotel is) to the city (where the book fair is) didn’t kill me, Mary my roommate hasn’t stuffed a pillow over my face to stop my snoring, my fellow DSPers haven’t shoved pie in my face to stop me from telling dreadful jokes, (or talking altogether!) and I seem to have survived a book reading that I was late for, as long as a very quick ascent up two flights of stairs that this body was SO surprised it could make in record time.
So, uhm, yeah– it’s been a little busy.
But I wanted to blog–because I can’t remember the last time I did it and that’s bad!
So far, my pictures are sort of crap– great memories, crap pictures–which I will probably post later anyway for effect. The Rainbow Book Fair in New York was a LOT of fun– it was a CRUSH–massive quantities of people in a tiny, tiny room, but I got to meet all sorts of folks I know from on line, and I think I made a few friends as well. That’s always amazing to me–the people you know online are TRULY your friends. Julie, Roxie, Donna, Saren? It’s real. I adore you. I WILL MEET YOU if it kills me. Things like this always make me melancholy that I haven’t yet.
And yeah–I haven’t seen my kids or my Mate in five days–missing them a little…lot…huge, massive quantities that I can’t really express in print!
But the “let’s go into the city and play” part of my day starts today–and that will get us more pictures and maybe, a little bit of breathing room–but so far? The trip’s been frickin’ awesome!