Back from Radcon

I'm alive, I'm home.  Radcon was a fabulous success.  I sold "What is a Garden" and connected with lots of writers, artists, a couple of editors, small press folks, etc.  Some of the fun with conventions is that you can get a chance to talk to people you know but never have time to connect with, like David Levine, Jim Fiscus, Sara Mueller, Renee Stern and Jay Lake, and meeting for the first time with writers and artists that you feel like you've known all your life.  

I'll link-y dink to them later but right now I have ten thousand emails trying to storm across the border.  Well, that might be a slight exaggeration.  I realized that I had to say that only because some people really do get that kind of volume.  That could have been a Radcon panel.  When hyperbole isn't.

I also took some photos and I'll share the ones which I think I can get away with posting without being threatened with something unpleasant.  

Thanks to Radcon Bob and all the folks who made my stay at Radcon so wonderful.  You guys are the best.  Special applause goes to our housekeeper Debbie, who always had a smile and a warm greeting for us and kept our room positively immaculate and stylish, and Monica the extremely patient and witty server at the restaurant.  They worked you hard and long hours and I suspect you didn't get tipped nearly enough.  You put up with dumb kids who drank too much, surly, tired people who snapped at you, people who tipped too little or not at all, and a workload that would make Hercules weep.  I had a great time, and much of that is in thanks to you.  I'm going to go fall down now.  Next time, the promised pics, and the Barbie Lady Strikes Back.