I’m off to the International Conference of the Fantastic in the Arts. Which is held in Florida, where people demand the freedom to infect their friends, co-workers, and family with a deadly virus, but aren’t allowed to say the word “gay.”
I’ve got a single panel on Friday, on “the business of writing,” which I guess I know about. There’s a signing somewhere, but I don’t have a time yet. The rest of the time I’ll be hanging out and talking to people, so come and talk.
