… is non-existent, so I’m going to be free-ranging it. My schedule, such as it is, will consist of making faces at Steve Berman in the book room, falling asleep in the back of panel rooms, throwing hissy-fits because there’s no Starbucks, BURSTING into tears during the Shirley Jackson Awards ceremony, trying to bribe someone to drive me and Robert Levy to whatever bus/subway hellmouth we need to get to on Sunday, and drinking single malt scotch with Nathan Ballingrud (and anyone else who offers, because I’m easy that way). Oh! I also want to go to the Cheesecake Factory, because that place is like how I imagine a restaurant would be if Caligula designed and ran it, and I’m all about ancient history. And, you know, giant slabs of cheesecake.
.Originally published at Livia Llewellyn.