Just looked over some of my old reviews on Amazon.com and, wow… do I ever sound cranky in some of them. Well, except for the most recent, wherein I’m gushing. (So I gush about Vess! So sue me!)

Anyway. Leland and I have been off the grid in one form or another since last week — first out of town, next with heads down on the various and sundry projects (copywriting assignment and pitch for me, final approved first :01 script for him). But we did get to sneak out to last night’s reading at KGB, which featured an all-star line-up from the INTERFICTIONS anthology (that’s a link to their snazzy new blog). Rachel Pollack! Veronica Schanoes! Matthew Cheney! Ms. Valente! And a lovely young woman I’d never heard of before but am sure will hear much more from, K. Tempest Bradford. Afterwards we all went to Grand Schezuan on St. Mark’s, where we finally got to chat a bit for the first time with Ellen & Delia and Carol Scavella Burrell.

Whew.

Can I just say that the ladies of fantasy always have such great jewelry? Of course I would notice this.

Tonight there’s drinks with comics peeps at the Brooklyn Social, which I may or may not make it to, as tomorrow night is the pre-MoCCA kickoff at Rocketship and Saturday is my birthday. Wow! Just thinking about it exhausts me.

More later, including some comics pages. I need to go wash this Feria outta my hair now.