I like writers' conventions. My personality type is energized by people. As stated by one online personality test (always so accurate!) "Strangers are just friends that Mason hasn't met yet."
However, I am doubly looking forward to this convention.
Not only will I be hanging out with some really incredible people whom I've met at recent conventions (whom I've blogged about here and here and here) but we're renting a party house.
Ok, maybe not like, raging parties. But my dear pal Mercedes Yardley of Illiterati fame, and Matt C (a writer friend and coincidentally my neighbor!(and who is in our rival critique group that has yet to come up with a name)) and the ever graceful and sly Bailey Hunter (@Slave_To_Coffee) are renting a house in the French Quarter from which to launch our midnight attacks.
Well, we might be reading and writing lots. That's kind of like a midnight attack, right?
Kind of like how these are really cute stuffed beavers... right? Right? RIGHT?
|These devil beavers were for sale on Craigslist...|
They haunt my dreams with their beady eyes.
No really, they have beads for eyes.
Plus, when I get back I'll have some exciting news to share with you peoples.