World Fantasy = Family

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I got back from World Fantasy late last night, driving home from the airport through the inch or so of water that swamped I-5. It is supposed to rain even harder today. Welcome home to Seattle. Anyway, after four days in Austin, I don’t mind the rain so much. My liver is certainly glad to be home.

I went to WFC to do five minutes of business, just to get some face time and reassert the fact that I’m out here, working diligently and moving forward. That bit of business was accomplished by 1.30am on Friday (because, really, if you don’t show up at WFC with a meeting already scheduled, your business is done between midnight and dawn), and the rest of the weekend became hanging out with friends. Oh, and how we hung. I was up until 4.30 on Friday, 7.00am on Saturday, and 5.30am on Sunday. We drank what? five, six bottles of scotch (darinbradley took notes on most of them and will hopefully spell all their names right when he puts up his thoughts on them), threw an impromptu party for Farrago’s Wainscot on Friday, and did our best to annoy the graveyard shift of the Texas Rangers (who hide out behind the planters on the hotel deck where everyone did their smoking) by continually trying to bring our alcohol downstairs with us.

It was kind of a crazy four days and, in some ways, I’m glad it is over. But, at the same time, I do miss part of it already. Jason Williams of Nightshade Books really said it best. “What ties this family together isn’t blood, but love.”

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