WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 12, 2011
One week from today, Jana and I will be passed out on a beach, drunk and incoherent, possibly raving about some bastards who are responsible for it all. And I, for one, can’t wait.
We’re going to the NINC or Novelists, Inc. conference in St. Pete’s, which is in Florida – or so they tell me. There’s going to be authors, publishers, agents, pool boys and cocktails. Cocktails are my favorite.
Jana and I don’t get out much. She works 16 different jobs and I have a day job and kids or something. This is our first real vacation in three years. That’s right, the two of us haven’t done anything in three years but email each other twenty times a day saying things like, “This sucks,” and “We never do anything.”
We are sharing a tropical suite. I can only assume that means it comes with a Toucan. I hear there’s a liquor store nearby. Oh yeah, and we’ll be “working” and “networking” which means we’ll be writing it all off.
But mostly, we’ll be drinking and possibly getting asked to leave the public areas a lot. I’m taking out a second mortgage because I hear it’s $100 for a beer – and I refuse to let something like my kids’ college educations get in the way of my “relaxing.” There’s a live webcam on the beach. And you may get an eyeful if you are watching at 3am. But we’re not guaranteeing anything.
We will guarantee photos though. And I promise to post on our adventures – at least the ones we can legally talk about.
Oh yeah, and there will be that guy who founded Smashwords and a lot of seminars on the new epubbing and stuff. We might do some of that too. We might even do it sober.
So until two weeks from now!
The Assassin