Had a lovely weekend at Readercon. Very tired. I caught a ride back home with some entertaining folks I met there, slept half the time, listened to an impassioned argument about feminism and value judgments the rest of the time. Saw a very beloved old friend in the city after I got home. Then bought a slice of Artichoke pizza, the best pizza in the world.
At Readercon, Midnight Picnic won a Shirley Jackson award for best novella. Victor Lavalle's Big Machine, which I read a few months ago, won best novel. I was really shocked that I got an award; it was nice. (Thanks, Jackie Corley!)
Tomorrow will be a stressful day. Lots of logistical stuff. I wish I could afford to be truly bicoastal. I'd say that's a "goal," but the idea of making that much money from writing is laughably unrealistic, so let's call it a "dream."