The Last Pre-San Diego Post

Figured I’d get this out of the way now. If something else comes down the pike, we’ll just call it a bonus.

Much as I suspected (but never voiced out loud) the day before I leave for San Diego I suddenly feel of mixture of fear and sadness. I start hearing about everybody else’s plans, about the meetings they have to attend, the dinners they have to share with editors, and it all just reminds me that I’m nobody out there. Then I get scared because maybe I always will be nobody out there.

And then I say “fuck it.”

Here I come.