I’ve never been to the Twin Cities, and I confess that it seems strange to be arriving at this year’s GCLS conference in any conveyance other than a Cutlass Ciera. But as hard as we tried, we couldn’t find a nonstop Oldsmobile leaving from Charlotte on Wednesday night.
Salem even offered to pack “munchies” for the long flight, but I suspected that in HER lexicon, “munchie” was a stealth euphemism for some kind of spurious raw vegetable. And, hey? There’s a Chick-fil-A in the Charlotte airport. I know, I know…I shouldn’t patronize fast food restaurants that are run by snake-handlers or homophobes. But I try to keep politics OUT of my chicken sandwiches. Does that make me spineless and completely lacking the strength of my convictions? Or does it just mean that I REALLY like great fried chicken? Are these things mutually exclusive?
Seriously. Have you TRIED those nuggets?
But Minneapolis-bound we are — or will be in 48 hours. And I am giddy and nervous by turns. Giddy because I’m going to be surrounded by so many luminaries in the lesfic world — authors I’ve been stalking…er…reading for years — and many of the fans who have been so kind and supportive of me…the proverbial new kid on the block. Nervous because I’ll be working without a net — because I’ll be worried that my new book won’t sell — and because I’ll have to wear those damn shoes my mother lent me…don’t ask.
And if I’m VERY lucky, I might run into Rhoda Morgenstern.
If all else fails, there is a Chick-fil-A at 300 Washington Ave SE in Minneapolis…. See you there!