Ahem. I’m not going to say anything. I’m not even going to ask whose bra that is on the chandelier, I’m just going to go outside and take some deep breaths, and when I come back I want the blog exactly as I left it. IS THAT CLEAR?
Well, except for Cthulhu roasting on the fire pit, because tentacles are num in a garlic sauce. Num num num num. And the bust of Heinlein. That can stay. I was going to complain about the pair of panties hanging from his ear, but seriously, he’d probably not complain.
Seriously — con was fun but exhausting. I keep forgetting it’s organized by college students, until I suddenly find myself not able to eat dinner and with four hours of panels back to back, and then I go “Oh!”
My access failed, I couldn’t post at insty, etc. etc… a litany of woes, but I had a good dinner with the boys today (even if Marsh made me laugh so suddenly I inhaled broccoli and almost died.) And now I’m going to take a nap and then do some publishing.
Oh, yeah, for any of you who are curious and who are NOT on facebook. This came out this weekend:
This is an omnibus of my first published series, back in 2001-2003. (Fixed, thanks to the Colonel for pointing out I had 1003…) And Oh, yeah, it’s indie publishing since it reverted, and it’s same as on webscriptions with minor alterations, but if you’re not a webscriptions user, this will help. Goldport is my own imprint and some other old stuff will come out from it, once I have time to edit. The Musketeers’ Mysteries will come from NRP. Warning — it’s not at all like my space opera. So if you’re going to consider it, download a sample first!