SIDENOTE: It is such a good thing that I proof my blog posts, because I misspelled "shirt."
Anyway, I'm so excited about this trip that I have started squeeing at random moments. Why? Let me tell you why:
- I will be in a room full of other people who squeal like fangirls when Libba Bray walks in. These are my peepul.
- I will hopefully get to meet some of you. And gush. (I'm beginning to think I need ointment. Or a pressure valve. Or both.) If you come and find me, I'll give you one of my awesome Weird Magnet business cards, assuming they come in early enough.
- I am tentatively lunching with Rock Star Editor Wendy. Hopefully all the squees will be out of my system by then. If not, I plan to gift her with a set of zombie print earplugs.
- I'm meeting my brother for the first time. Yep. You read that right. This is a completely unforeseen part of the whole blogging and writing gig. I get fan mail on occasion, which is SO KEWL and MAKES ME ALL BOUNCY AND ANNOYING for the rest of the day and, most importantly, MAKES ME WRITE IN CAPITAL LETTERS. Anyway, one day, I opened up my fan mail, and it said, "I think I'm your brother." And HE IS. So we're going to meet while I'm in town, and that elevates the trip from So Freaking Awesome to Really Really So Freaking Awesomesauce.
So I hope you don't mind if I start the countdown. It's 21 days until I leave for New York. SQUEEEEEEEEE!