“First you sung her praises, drunk on her glow / Then you cursed her name when you lost control”

Had a great weekend at the Tucson Festival of Books this weekend. Sometimes (especially when, say, one is just off a two-week cold during which she’s spent way too much time at home trying to write but maybe not being very productive), it’s really good to just get out and talk books and writing with friends old and new–to get outside my own head and into the world with all of you. Many thanks, to all of you who came. And hey, the TusCon folks posted a couple of clips from our Bordertown panel Saturday morning. I haven’t been able to embed them outside of facebook, but I don’t think you need to be logged in there to listen to Charles de Lint here and me here.