Dear gods I am so tired I am napping every day for two hours. My voice is effed up beyond belief. My head is positively STUFFED with information, and I’m not even sure how much of it is stuff I could use.

I met some amazing people. I tried listing them all. I had to give up, because I’d forget someone and feel bad. And then you’d know how fangirly I went over people. Either way, it’s not good for me.

I did go to a few workshops, too, before you think I goofed off the whole time. But mostly this con was about putting faces to names and just being around a bunch of creative, brilliant people.  The fact I also met with the owner of LooseId and officially sold my book was a nice bonus

Now I’m home and…I hardly feel like I left. i was gone for six days, and it could have been an eeyblink. I wonder sometimes if I dreamt it all. Because the people I met – the ones I knew online before I met them in person – they were awesome, amazing people…but they were also familiar and genuine. The only thing which helps me realize it wasn’t a dream (beyond my credit card receipts) is the fact I could not have imagined the kindness, generosity, and brilliance of the people I DIDN”T know before I went.

in short – I was very blessed.