I just returned from World Fantasy Con and posting a full aftermath might well break me at this point.  I tried to tell the story of the weekend to my wife last night and the narrative became this wonderful blurred skewed-timeline mashup of conversations, faces, names.  I met a number of amazing people, had great conversations, fixed something deep down and hidden, and returned home with a pile of books I’m desperate to read.

Here’s a photo of me looking very silly, wearing a corduroy blazer, surrounded by cool folks.

More notes later, I promise.