I got back from San Antonio in good shape–the weather going down qualified as Interesting, and the weather coming back easily made the category Delightful. The Toe is much better. The FYE Conference was fascinating, and I met a lot of people from colleges and universities all over the country. Random House sends a big team promoting its “common read” and “FYE read” books. A small group of writers are given exposure to the faculty and staff who choose the books for freshmen to read, or the whole college to read. Since The Speed of Dark has been used that way, I’m now on their radar. I was the only fiction writer (of five) and the only woman. Felt kind of odd, and very unlike an SF convention (where were the Klingons?? Well…there were Romulans on Star Trek on TV last night) but I had fun.
And tomorrow is the Big Day. My Silver Book Anniversary (so to speak.) Among the other writers were National Book Award winners (wow!) but I had them outnumbered, if not surrounded. Tired now, and waiting to hear back from the hotel if they found what I left in the room (and I haven’t left anything in a hotel room in…um…I can’t think when was the last time.) Worst is that it was my favorite writing-on-a-trip collection of music–all classical. Bach, Stanford, Mozart, Beethoven, Elgar, etc.