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Finding what I hadn’t known I’d lost

world_view-300x165I seem to be the only one not blogging madly about Gay Rom Lit last week in Atlanta. Not because I didn’t have a good time—oh I did, I did. Not because I wasn’t delighted to see everyone, because I was. Reconnecting with folks I hadn’t seen since Albuquerque, chatting with folks I usually connect with online, meeting new and wonderful people. I was up to my eyeballs in people I wanted to be with.

And that’s what’s had me thrown for the last week. Because joy in a wide social circle is something that’s trickled out of my life, so insidiously that I hadn’t even realized it was happening.

I’ve been more and more absent from social media and from my own social life, because, well, being social was exhausting me. It’s so easy to say, I’ll write that email tomorrow, I’ll pick up the phone Tuesday, without specifying which Tuesday, I’ll reach out to whoever this weekend before the kids get up. I’ll blog tomorrow. It will tweet itself, I won’t have to log on. Even the few folks I regularly connected with were seeing longer and longer gaps between hails.

My world was getting very small, and I was getting used to it. Comfortable in it. Like the frog in the pot of cold water set on the stove, I wasn’t noticing how narrow my communications were, or how even my web browsing had pulled back. It’s bad when you find Oglaf has updated four times since your last visit, worse when you realize you’ve missed a milestone in a friend’s life.

I was considering not going to Atlanta. I had this book to finish, my son couldn’t do without my help with algebra, I could (insert something moderately useful but not time critical) that week instead. I waffled over this so long that I created a swag problem. (Upside: swag is totally covered for Chicago.) (For those of you who wondered WTF I was actually giving away, have a novella: http://tinyurl.com/ks5eg5c  Click and it will download a PDF. I’m leaving this up until December first, so even if you didn’t go to GRL, go ahead.) For the record, the book is finished, my son figured out his own algebra, and nothing at work imploded, much, and the pharmacists who were actually there took care of it.

So, being at GRL and hanging out with everyone, being part of a group with a common interest and a lot of joie de vivre, made me understand that I had pulled back from life to a degree that the h in RPh could stand for Hermit.

That’s not okay: it’s a big world and I am part of it. Knowing there’s a problem is half the battle: and spending time with the authors and readers in Atlanta made me understand what’s gone wrong. So, for every person who said, “It’s good to see you again,” or “I’m glad to meet you,” or whose face lit with recognition of my name, I thank you. You’ve given me back something precious.

For the folks who have stuck with me during the hermit time, I can’t thank you enough.



Made it to Albuquerque!

Eden Winters, Jared Rackler, and I all got up at oh-dark-thirty today to get on our respective planes. Jared came in from Lubbock, TX, and also got his first ever visit to Denver, because planes apparently don’t go form Lubbock straight to Albuquerque. Eden got to visit Atlanta on the way, and whee–I got here in one hop.

Lots of folks got in early; the festivities don’t start officially until tomorrow, but a good time is already underway. We had dinner with a couple of lovely readers, Jo and Ann, and our buddy John, and we’ve been yacking non-stop with folks like Ariel Tachna, KC Burn, Amy Lane, Jamie Fessenden, and Sarah York.

Lots of familiar faces from last year already; and I’m meeting people at such a rate my brain is spilling over, but we have name tags now–yay! that helps.

Lots of great activities tomorrow; publisher spotlights and author bingo, among other things. Let the fun commence!

Completely twittipated before the trip

I am a little freaked out because it’s the night before I’m leaving for Albuquerque. Running around, trying to find my socks and toothbrush, get them all in the suitcase, and oh, my, how much does this damned thing weigh? I have swag for handing out, some paperbacks, some of which are spoken for, and Dreamspinner should be bringing more. Do I have everything? All except my mind, which was misplaced about a week ago.

I’m flying out from Denver with Carter Quinn, Michele Montgomery, and Jeff Erno, and will be meeting up with Eden Winters, Jared Rackler, and EM Lynley about a jillion other folks I can hardly wait to see again, plus all the new friends I’m looking forward to making.

I do have a camera with me, and I PROMISE to update regularly this year.

GayRomLit here I come!

GayRomLit Gay Rom Lit Logo pd singerHee! I am registered for GayRomLit! This was a huge blast in New Orleans last fall, major fun, and it’s happening again in Albuquerque this October. Readers, authors, and publishers of m/m romance are going to get together for a big old party, and have some fun with our favorite kind of literature.

I have some time to dig up my boots: still have a pair of gray dress boots at the back of one of these closets. The toes pinch a bit, which should help me hit the high notes at the Resplendence Karaoke night.

Who else is going? Registration is here.

Goodies for GayRomLit

The October trip for GayRomLit needs more prep work than just finding airfares and hotel rooms. High on the to-do list is creating goodies for giving away, both at the conference and elsewhere.

Trading cards — there will be games and prizes associated with collecting them. One side will be novel covers, the other sides are character info, although “batting average” here could mean something very different than on a baseball card. I have pictures that personify Kurt and Jake to me. Mark, too. Allan’s a bit of a challenge: so far, the only one I’ve found who looks like the Allan in my mind’s eye is a famous person. Back to the picture sites!

That will be fun, but I’d like to have something unique and useful to keep me green in readers’ memories. The trick is to not break the bank doing it. If money were no object (hey, I can dream) it would be easy. Someone’s already doing mousepads, and there is a limit to how many bookmarks a reader of ebooks really needs. All my really good ideas get frightening when scaled up to 300-500 units.

So, charming readers, help me out here. Aside from pens, what could I give you that would bring a smile or a kind thought three days later, instead of a muffled grumble that I’ve just cluttered up your desk? I solemnly promise not to use a logo that will embarrass you if your SO picks it up. A lip balm? A screen cleaner? Mugs would become a transport issue. Forget all that and write a story exclusively for the attendees?