OK! I’ve been home for a week and a half now. I’m starting to recognize my kids on sight instead of just snapping my fingers and pointing. Screw this. I’m going back on the road.
This means that, for the first time in four years, I won’t be going to Comic-Con in San Diego this summer, because they’re the same weekend. Which was a tricky choice. But love it or hate it — I do both — bottom line, Comic-Con isn’t really about authors. It’s about directors, actors, screenwriters, comics artists, costume designers, animators, and people who design disposable novelty tote bags. After that, it’s about authors. As a novelist at Comic-Con you kind of have to fight for oxygen.
I needed a break from that. I mean, I knowingly signed on for it: fighting for oxygen is what novelists do. But sometimes it’s nice to go to a convention that’s about books first, where everybody is glad you’re there just because you’re a writer. Ascendio is such a conference, and I am stoked for it. (LeakyCon, which I’ll be at in August, is another such conference. So is Readercon, which unfortunately is the same weekend as Ascendio.)
As soon as I get back I’m on for a couple more events in New York City: a conversation with G. Willow Wilson on July 17, and a conversation with Erin Morgenstern on July 18th. Both of those evenings will be deeply awesome. As regular visitors to this blog know, I have a habit of getting onstage with people who are smarter than me. I’ll be happily continuing that grand tradition.
I have nothing else to add except that Metric’s Synthetica is, like, destroying me with its goodness right now.