You wake up one morning, and half the year is gone.

There must be a glitch in the Matrix, because there is absolutely no way that Worldcon is a week from Thursday already.

<is handed note from off-screen>

I have just been informed by my producer that Worldcon is indeed a week from Thursday already. 

I spent the first half of 2018 writing the first novel in the new series 47North is about to launch. In June I switched my brain to cool-down mode, and then I spent most of July editing the manuscript to hammer it into shape. Then we took a family trip down south to see the in-laws in Tennessee, and now we’re smack in the middle of August already, and I have to fly out to California next week.

In related news: I will be at Worldcon in San Jose. There’s a Wild Cards mass signing scheduled for Saturday, August 18 in the Dealers’ Room from 10am to noon. Bring your Wild Cards books, and you’ll be able to get them signed by a whole squad of writers. Consortium members in attendance will be Melinda Snodgrass, Kevin Andrew Murphy, Caroline Spector, Mary Anne Mohanraj, Bob Wayne, David D. Levine, George R.R. Martin, and that Marko Kloos fellow. I think we’re also doing a Wild Cards panel on Sunday, but the programming is still a bit in the air, so you may want to check the official program if you want to attend that panel.

Other than that, I’ll be mostly hanging out with friends, which is what I usually do at cons. If you happen to see me at the convention center or at the bar somewhere (a likely scenario), do come up and say hello. Worldcon is my main annual socializing event, and it’s always great to meet new people.

Let’s just hope that the fault lines stay quiet while I spend a long weekend right between the Hayward and the San Andreas. (Well, maybe a little earthquake would be cool.)