March 9? Has it really been that long since I posted something here? I wish I could say that it was because I’ve been doing something productive, like writing up a storm, but that would be a big old lie. So let’s move on, shall we?
Speaking of moving on, I’ll be in New Orleans this coming weekend for the Saints & Sinners Literary Festival. Longtime readers (all three of you) will know that this is one of my favorite writing conferences. I’ll be on a panel about YA fiction on Saturday morning, and that afternoon I’ll be giving a reading with a bunch of other people (including Shawn Syms!). Then, later that evening, I’ll be giving yet another reading (I know, by then surely they’ll just want me to shut up!), this time from my story “Snowblind” in The Bears of Winter at a place called the New Orleans Phoenix (where I will not burst into flames only to magically rise from the ashes, I trust).
But the best thing about this conference is catching up with so many people I know and love, like ’Nathan and his husband Dan, Greg and Paul, Carsen Taite, Famous Author Rob Byrnes, Jerry Wheeler, William Holden, and lots of others. (Like ninja lesbians Lindsey and Rhonda, shown at right, who stealthily pounced on us in 2011. That was a good year.)
And of course, there will be lots of beignets and coffee with chicory and—okay, fine—a lot of adult type beverages. We’ll be in the same city with Rob Byrnes. It’s a given.
Thursday can’t come fast enough.