...And Boy are My Arms Tired

I’m not exactly sure what I mean by that, but I think that’s because my brain is functioning on a slightly lower register than it normally does. 

I think that’s what happens after 18 hours of Comic-Conny goodness.

Surprisingly, my spirit has yet to be dampened.  Not only did we have four very successful in-booth events with the talented Felix Gilman, David J. Williams, Jackie Kessler and Caitlin Kittredge, and Ellen Kushner, but the word is out: Random House publishes science fiction!

By my count (and I can only speak for myself personally, as my ventriloquist lessons have not been going as well as I’d of hoped), I’ve been asked 77 times when the next George R.R. Martin book, A Dance With Dragons, is going to be coming out.  So far, my favorite response to that is: “Hey, we’re in the fantasy business.  If we tell you Fall 2009, then we’re doing our jobs!”  It gets a chuckle, then a few hard looks, and then that slumping resignation realizing that, at the end of the day, this guy in a booth isn’t going to take off his mask, reveal himself to be George, and deliver a finished copy into their hands.  For this, I apologize.

I also think I might have lost some weight, as with all the excitement, I didn’t really eat anything between 8 in the morning and 6:30 at night, when I happily munched on a handful of Nilla Wafers.  And, let me tell you: as exciting as the events with our authors were, eating those cookies became a special time for me.

So, I’m willing to call this thing a success.  However, unlike a certain person who will remain nameless, I will not count this Comic Con a victory until I have truly completed the mission given to me.

Tomorrow:  You’ve been warned.