Some Days, You’ve Just Got Nothing But The Books You Recommend
I wish I knew what to post about today. I would claim that my brain feels spectacularly empty, but that would be a lie. My brain is brimming with things I could write about, I just lack the confidence of articulating them well within the space I’ve got allotted before I head off to the final day of the Contact. I keep thinking of answers I should have given in panels, or things I could have explained better, but sitting down to write those out would mean giving context. I keep thinking about interesting questions and conversations I’ve had, but still haven’t had a lot of time to process. I keep thinking about the peeps I’ve run into, and the new folks I’ve met over the last three days. New authors, established authors, eager readers and fans. The folks I wish I could have talked too longer. None of that’s going to happen. My train arrives in ten minutes and
