Scrolling through my camera roll looking for a cool mouse I saw on a rack somewhere (the clicky kind, not the “eats all my cheese”-kind [related: I have no cheese]), having to get past all the UK shots, which I plan on doing a post about before too long, and . . . found this, […]
My last event there was last night. Good time. Read a new story. Well, read a few new stories, actually. Can’t seem to stop writing new stories.
Starts in the hotel bar before the ceremony, with great friends (all of us finalists, even): So many photos/selfies from the reception after the ceremony, too, but . . . who knows where they all are. Not me. Anyway, next day was some three hours of signing: And the panel, which had . . .
It’s very much worth checking out. As in its monstrous, huge, ginormous—five halls of stuff, as opposed to the single hall most American cons seem to take place in. Fun place to get lost in. And, fun crowd to try to navigate to your panel / interview / whatever, when you’re a “leave forty-five seconds
Was a great time. Had never spent any real time in the Bay Area. Guess this is the . . . the third time I’ve gone somewhere else for a semester, to teach? University of Utah, University of Montana, and, now, Stanford. Who knows if I ever do it again, but this time, doing a
Back in 2020, I was supposed to have been here for Good Indians, but . . . you know: all the conventions were canceled. Thrilled to finally be here. It’s a very well-run con. Can’t imagine I’m not back at some point. Thanks to Third Place Books for selling the books, and running the signing
Writing The Fast Red Road, I listened to that Marty Robbins song on a loop for ten months. So, always feels cool to BE there. Was cool again this time, for Texas Book Festival. I’m the worst at taking pics—at remembering to take pics (but, I’m also pretty uninterested in the “taking” part—but, luckily, Becky
Was a great time, going up and down the West Coast—and as far east as Idaho, Utah—signing stacks and stacks of books, talking to readers, eating at Chipotles I haven’t eaten at before. Here’s probably my favorite pic from the whole tour, thanks to @paperbackbish, who made a couple of these stops. This one’s San
Okay, I should probably say “Recent,” meaning “not exactly recent,” as these go back a little farther than usual. First is the Etch documentary episode—I got to be the pilot for the excellent and amazing First Word on Horror series! (which was probably just a “his footage randomly got through post first,” nothing special about
Was in Seattle at Auburn Library Friday night, where @thatnerdchick slipped me some Chipotle to I could dine in my preferred style in the green room: Then it was a lot of this fun action: Got back to the room pushing midnight, and wired, had to pack and be ready for my car at 2:30am
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Great time. But, first? My executive hotel room at Grand America has a DOORBELL: Then/Saturday, it was the event (for which they brought in Chipotle, which of course was and is the dream): And then . . . Fear Factory with Friends! And Phillip Fracassi snagged a photo that showed my true teeth, oops:
Couldn’t have been a better time. And, it started on Thursday, really: en route to Telluride with my wife Nancy (the luxury of driving, since I’m in Colorado . . . ), we swung by Paonia Books so I could do an event with Paolo Bacigalupi: Then it was crash-landing at the Horror Summit with
When the original post isn’t even called “Part 1″—didn’t know more was coming in. But, sure enough, here’s a recording of the full panel: (maybe this is part of the above one? no time to check . . .)
Was a blast: Night before was the big party. SA Cosby and me just before: Though, later that night, just before it closed I need some of this, of course: After another run to Chipotle (next day), I stumbled on: Then it was the panel, with Christine Li and Amber Spark, moderated by Tobias Caroll:
Great time. Got to talk to Scott Turow a bit the night before—and right after having finished Presumed Guilty! Got to hang at the Jefferson Building (I think?) with Paul Tremblay and Agustina Bazterrica: Whatever building or place it was, it was right across from this: I thought that was the White House, but my
Couldn’t have been a better time. Keynote yesterday, interview and forever signing line today. If more pics show up, I’ll sneak them into this post.
Right at the end of the first draft of a novel, so don’t have proper time/headspace to annotate all these, or find the rest of them (and, I only know BlueSky . . .). In short: couldn’t have been better. Travel all went smooth as could be, the crowds were great, the signing lines trailed
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