I just spent the last 48 hours on my feet, smiling like a lunatic and hoping that my breath wasn't too stinky from lack of food and water. I bet you're thinking I was locked away in a Thai Prison for seven counts of heroin smuggling, but alas, that was not the case – I would've at least gotten some moldy bread or a drink of stagnant water out of my Thai guards. No, Thai Prison would've been a breeze in comparison to this. I was in a place that was much, much worse for my psyche. A place which took a far more insidious toll on my life force...
I was at the New York ComiCon.
Now, I'm not saying I didn't have fun...because I did. But I literally lost five pounds in the process. I ate once on Sunday. I ate once and a half on Saturday. The rest of the time I was trotting around the Javits Center like "old dog" Stump. Hell, I think I WAS "old dog" Stump.
I was at this intrepid con – which was really a quite amazing feat of comic extravagance - to schill my new book, Death's Daughter. Instead, I think I was there to get some exercise. Damn, I was all over that place.
Saturday was intense, but Sunday was insane:
First, I spoke on a panel with Kim Harrison (which was really cool because I love the Rachel Morgan books) and Tom Sniegowski (who is always a peach) called Writers on Writing: Books, Comics, TV, Movies, and Games.
Here is the blurb about the panel from NYCC:
"Join a panel of high-profile writers as they discuss the differences and the similarities between storytelling across the diverse spectrum of contemporary media."
Mostly we just talked about how to get your stuff published and took questions.
After that, it was off to the autograph line. OMG. The line was huge (which I know is good, but can be a but unnerving) and there was no way we were gonna get through all the people in one hour. It ended up getting extended another hour. There were so many people, so many smiling faces and excited hugs (and that's mainly where the stinky breath worries kicked in). It was total craziness!
Next was interview time...which was fun and actually made me have to use my brain. We finished that up and then, as they closed the Javits Center down around us, I discovered that I was ready for a vacation.
A vacation from my vacation.
A vacation from my life .•
•I know this blog is all discombobulated-y, but it is truly how I felt (and still feel) about my weekend. Yay!