Balticon is over. I'm still all wound up. The whole thing has been rather surreal, going all the way back to when I picked up Bad-Ass Faeries at Faeriecon last October for ossobucco.
In the whirlwind that was this weekend, I have autographed books, received complementary comments on my stories by readers, met the inestimably wonderful elainecorvidae (author of the Shadow Fey trilogy) and her consort, taken a crash course in the whacky world of publishing, imbibed to excess, witnessed spectacular (and spectacularly awful) costumes, commiserated over the death of Utah Phillips with Peter S. Beagle, and taught a teenage boy that the Vulcan Nerve Pinch doesn't actually work, but the Aikido Wrist Lock does. I got to pretend to be a knowledgeable person regarding web design in front of people, while astoundingly hungover, which I guess obligates me to actually get a reasonable web site online in the near future. I have discovered potential resources for future publication.
Well, time to run along and get back to real life.
Wish me luck.