Holy shit. It remains to be seen if we have sense enough to be embarrassed about this.
For me, the Southern Festival of Books is like a perfect holiday. I get to see a bunch of people I adore. I get to hang out and talk about things I love (in this case, books). I get to talk shop, but in a way that isn’t all “Ebooks, ayyyyy, we’re all going to die!” and I don’t have to feed large blocks of family who won’t tell me what they want to eat.
So, today I work. In the most fun sense of the word.
Tomorrow, I read from A City of Ghosts. 1:30. The Chapter 16 stage. I haven’t picked out my stories yet, so, if you have a favorite, shout it out in the comments below.