Wednesday, January 08, 2003
Thryn and I should be in San Francisco by now. Instead, we're back home, following four insane hours at Hartsfield Airport. During check-in, a misunderstanding regarding my ID arose and I was not allowed to board the plane, nor will I likely be allowed to board a plane for some days to come. I would say much more, but for legal reasons, am presently prevented from doing so. Suffice it to say I will not be making SpookyCon and I am extremely pissed off about this mess. My sincerest apologies to anyone who might be planning to attend the con on my account. Darren McKeeman is rescheduling me for SpookyCon 2 in July and by then this situation should have long since been resolved and I can make the trip to San Francisco. Again, my apologies.
My nerves are shot, my patience is shot, and the day is probably shot, as far as any hope of something productive is concerned. I may try to get a little more written on "The Rose Garden." I need to look over the final galleys of Bast #3, which arrived while I was at the airport this a.m. But I may just fuck off back to bed and be done with this day.
Oh, if you'd like to do something that might make me feel a little less crappy, please click here to order a copy of the trade paperback of Silk. I just saw a delightfully thick-skulled new "review" posted on Amazon (the one labled "Maybe I'm Missing Something," from January 6, 2003). Thanks.
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