pleasedAlso saw Two Weeks Notice with Sandra Bullock and Hugh Grant yesterday. I really liked it! I mean, it was a romantic comedy and as such it was a bit predictable. But there was some genuinely good writing--both funny and touching.
Took some Clonazepam at bedtime. The jury's still out on whether I'm allergic to it or not. But my TOS is better.
And I got a note from the President/CEO of Phobos Books. Phobos (publishers of the "Hitting the Skids in Pixeltown" anthology) is trying to have a presence at Dragon*Con with James Maxey, another of their writers, and Keith Olexa, the Phobos editor. They do plan to have Pixeltown out in time for Dragon*Con (oh boy!). I'd told her that I worked Dragon*Con and my affiliation with the Daily Dragon and she wants me to join the Phobos contingency too. Aside from the autographing and publicity mongering, she's also trying to set up a panel for us all to be on. If it pans out, it'll be my second Dragon*Con panel. Hurray! And gleep. Did I mention my terror of public speaking? Ah well. The first panel went okay (it was a couple years ago). When I glazed up with a deer-in-headlights look, one of my fellow panelists nudged me and asked me a nice leading question to get me going again. Maybe I should warn Keith and James beforehand . . .
But it means I'll get to autograph books! Ohboyohboyohboy! It's all still so shiny and new. Can you tell?
