I am home now, and I get to be home for nearly two weeks (woo hoo!), including an entire weekend (WOO HOOOOO!). I'm tired, but not as tired as I expected because the drive isn't all that bad and because this wasn't a heavy working con for me. Most of the time, I just hung out with other writers, which was fun. I also went to bed pretty early both nights. If there were a lot of room parties, then I didn't know about them or wasn't invited, which was okay because then I didn't feel like I was missing anything by going to bed early.
I would really love to take a couple of days to relax, but I do have work to do -- a proposal to finish, some more book 4 revisions, some research for a new book, catching up on responding to e-mails, other business-type stuff. I shouldn't need sleep, but I do need rest and relaxation. I'd really like to make this weekend a real weekend with no work, and maybe fit in some down time during the week so I can remain sane.
I got perhaps the best compliment ever yesterday when I did a reading. I was told that I had a very Connie Willis vibe and voice. Considering she's my favorite author and she's incredibly brilliant, that really meant something to me.
I now have a longer list of books I need to read from conversations and people I met this weekend, but I'm not allowed to buy new books until I get a certain amount of work done. Right now, I'm re-reading, and most books I re-read don't tend to get in the way of work because I can pick them up and put them down as needed instead of plowing obsessively through them. That does get in the way of work.
Of course, right now, the urge to spend the day lying on the sofa and not working also gets in the way of work. But if I get one major thing done today that needs to be done, then I will let myself do something fun tomorrow.
And tomorrow I think I'll start doing some Judy Blume-related posts, since that book is now out. I saw it on the front table in one of the bookstores I visited Friday, and I'm relieved to see that they didn't end up using the author photos in the book. They'd requested that we use photos of ourselves from around the age we wrote about, so they had my seventh-grade class photo. It's truly frightening. Maybe I'll get brave enough to post it with one of the posts this week. (EEEK)