We arrived home late yesterday afternoon, after about 18 hours on the road from Chattanooga (including stops here and there). I was pretty exhausted, and flopped into bed to recover from the driving. Turns out we beat Old NFO home – he flew United, and the airline monumentally screwed up his flights, so he ended up taking longer to fly here from Chattanooga than we did to drive! He’s not a happy camper . . .
It was a good convention. As always, it was wonderful to meet old friends, make some new ones, and catch up on all the gossip of the writing world. I’m already looking forward to next year!
I’ll post again a little later this morning, once I’ve woken up properly.