Behold: My Phoenix ComicCon Schedule! All For You, Damien!
That’s right. I’m at the Phoenix Comiccon this week.
I’ll be there the whole damn time, from Thursday through Sunday.
YOU SHOULD COME AND FIND ME.
Gosh, that sounds sinister.
YOU SHOULD COME AND FIND ME AND GIVE ME BOOZE AND COOKIES.
What I Learned Writing My Latest Novel : Friday 10:30am – 11:30am
Angry Robot Preview Panel : Friday 12:00pm – 1:00pm
Urban Fantasy and the Real World : Friday 1:30pm – 2:30pm
The Taco Council : Friday 3:00pm – 4:00pm
Author Batsu Game : Saturday 4:30pm – 5:30pm
Drinks with Authors: Saturday 9:00pm till?
Supernatural in Contemporary Fantasy : Sunday 10:30am – 11:30am
Gosh, obviously I’m gonna be very busy on Friday.
And Saturday is some kind of Batsu game which is — you know, I don’t know what it is. I just know that whenever Sam Sykes asks you, “Do you want to be involved in X?” Assume ‘X’ is something really weird and embarrassing and horrible and your best answer is “NO NO GOD NO WHAT WHO ARE YOU” and then you should Taser him except I didn’t do any of those things and maybe, just maybe, I said “yes” (Sam claims I spoke an oath), and now I’m in this Batsu game.
Then, afterward, COME DRANKY DRUNKY DRINKY WITH ME. Drinks with Authors! Woo!
(I’m also noodling a kind of informal meet-up “kaffeeklatsch” with readers if there’s interest. If you’re going to PHXCC and that might interest you, drop a comment below.)
When I’m not at panels and not hunting wily taco prey with the rest of the Taco Council, I will be at my Author’s Alley table (#2414) with fellow deviant Stephen Blackmoore, author of the supremely kick-ass Dead Things. (Actually, I just read the follow-up, too, Broken Souls, and mmm. So good.) At the table, I will be signing books. And talking to people. And signing folks up for an army with which we can destroy my nemesis, Jaye Wells, whose books are always right next to mine on bookstore shelves so we are forced to do battle until one day we realize we’re better off teaming up and going to war against Brent Weeks (sorry, Brent).
Point is: this thing’s gonna be “off the hook,” as the kids say.
Personally I like things on hooks. More orderly that way.
So many good authors. Some I know, some I’ve yet to meet in person, some I’ve never communicated with in any meaningful way. So, come to the desiccated hell-chamber that is Phoenix (100+ degree temps already! A sun like Sauron’s eye!) and we can frolic in the cholla and take peyote tabs and become coyote-people together.