I'm am twirling through the house like Taz, the Tasmanian Devil, tucking things into my suitcase and backpack, and hoping I don't forget anything. Bright and early tomorrow I'll be leaving for New Orleans, for my first ever convention as a published author. *Bounces up and down, which could be dangerous for a woman my age* I can't wait to meet everybody, and talk about thinks that make folks 'round here suddenly remember something else they needed to do, 'cause I'll talk writing, hot m/m loving, betas, etc., all day long! (Longer if you buy me beer!)
If you're attending GayRomLit, I hope to see you there!