Monday,
February 25, 2002

Back to life -- back to reality. . .

I sent the following email to my friend and fellow writer Elizabeth this morning:

This weekend, we attended a brand-new local science fiction convention, ConDFW. As one of the guests, I was on two panels and did a reading. In the last 48 hours I've had people applaud my reading, more people come up to me and ask for my autograph, I've been invited to contribute to an anthology on Alice in Wonderland, told that I'm understudying for another anthology and to get a story ready for it, and there was a piece of fan email waiting for me when I got home.

And today, I get to go back to a small grey cubicle and deal with real life.

*blinkblink* I don't WANNA go back. . .

And I don't. Unfortunately, I've developed some bad habits like food, clothing and rent, and right now the SF gig just isn't in a position to support me in the manner to which I'd really like to become accustomed.

*sigh* Okay, back to the salt mines. . .