>”ANGEL, ANGEL WE GO DOWN TOGETHER”
The literary sex panel begins in an hour, and I have just spent the last hour talking to the friendly hotel dining room staff, as we were evacuated to the lobby level under threat of tornado. Crisis averted. Actually, I snuck back up to my room when the staff didn’t seem too worried. I understand the hotel has to cover their ass but making these announcements and decisions and such, but I need to finish getting ready. Sex panel, here I come. (Ew, I didn’t mean it like that.)
The comedy panel went wonderfully! It made me miss improv a little— I guess I was just “on”, as I got some good laughs. Well, I was in excellent company, maybe we fed off each other…?
Anyone heard from my dear publisher? I think he fell off the earth. Let’s hope not. Oy.