You know how the rest of that song goes, and if you don’t, you got some serious problems.
This weekend is APE, the Alternative Press Expo, out in San Francisco. I went with Shawna and Danny from Frequency Press last year. Shawn Richter flew in from Canada. We had a ball. Shopping in Chinatown, munching down food at Noriega Teriyaki, getting crushed at The Isotope. That doesn’t even cover the convention, which was great on all accounts.
In a perfect world, I’d be going again this year, but this isn’t a perfect world, and I’m stuck in Austin this weekend. Don’t cry too hard, now. I’ll be in San Francisco in four weeks or so for the World Horror Convention, where I’ll spend four days drunk off my ass and trying to sell books. Y’know, as great as Comic-Con is, it’s just too hard to drink during the day.
Speaking of Comic-Con, I’d like to go this year, but once again I don’t think it’s in the cards. Between WHC in May and Horrorfind in August, I’m just about tapped out. Shit, I’d also like to go to Necon! How the fuck do writers pull this shit off?
Anybody want to chime in with helpful suggestions?