The things I have learned so far at Bouchercon:
My blog looks like shit in Internet Explorer.
Pork is good.
Nobody has more books than Jon Jordan.
Sean Chercover is in touch with his feminine side.
Never fly from Portland. (Sorry Bill!)
"We need to work on our signals"
Half a chair works okay in the bar only if you haven't been drinking.
Yes, folks, I'm here. I'm in one piece, more or less. My night flight Tuesday had it's own share of drama, with a medical situation on board. As a result, there was no chance to sleep. This was compensated for by the fact that I had a kick-ass ms to read on the plane, by one of my Killer Year classmates.
I arrived in Toronto completely wiped, and then had to go through customs. Fun. The flight to Milwaukee was smooth and uneventful, and also in a little tin can, so more reading, no sleeping.
I was seriously overtired by the time Jon Jordan picked me up at the aiport, but it as off to see his comic book collection and 'meet' Sean Chercover in person for the first time, and catch up with the Russel McLean, who I had not seen since Edinburgh, when he fell asleep on a bus and missed his stop and made Marsha and I wait downtown for him to figure out where he was. Then we went to the Oxford Bar for a drink and I was still recovering from day 1 of that trip, so I didn't drink.
Felt a bit sacreligious.
Anyway, much fun so far. Particularly when Alexandra Sokoloff came over and sat down between myself and Sarah Weinman and was talking to Sarah. I introduced myself and her eyes got big and she expressed surprise over my curly hair.
Guess I should've posted the curly hair photo again before B'con.
Oh well, it gives me a degree of anonymity.
Got to give Val a quick hug and went for dinner with the Jordan clan, Sean, Russel and Sarah, and have started putting names to faces.
I only hope I remember some of them today because Jon did start me with appropriate beverages in Milwaukee before we even drove to Madison.
My head still hurts a bit.