So here I am in sunny San Francisco. My original flight here was cancelled, and after being rebooked and rerouted and shuffled and herded along, I finally arrived seven hours late. Unfortunately, my luggage didn't make it for another day, but I was relieved that it actually did show up eventually. (I was lying in bed early Wednesday morning mentally composing a rage-filled post about my airline, but the sight of my clothing and camera and shoes and hygiene accoutrements diffused that emotion somewhat.) The bags under my eyes showed up on schedule, though, so it's good to know you can count on some things.
I have photos to upload and more stories to tell, but the best thing about this trip so far has been getting to meet the rest of the Debs: Lisa Daily, Jenny Gardiner, and Danielle Younge-Ullman, whose fabulous book Falling Under was just released on Tuesday. (More on that later--a truly, truly excellent novel.)
Overheard at the literacy signing last night: "fun-loving vagina."
Read on one of the first few pages in a free book I received upon registering for the conference: "genital restraint."
You just have to love it.