Confession is good for the soul

Laura’s most recent confessions of ‘duh!ness’.

Number one: I’m old.

Let me tell you about it. I spent last weekend in San Francisco attending Yaoi Con with fellow authors Jade Buchanan, James Buchanan, JL Langley, Ally Blue, Kimberly Gardner and Jet Mykles. It was a terrific time for a lot of different and interesting reasons but also exhausting. It pains me to say it, but I’m not as young as I used to be.

This past weekend I packed up my bags again and scampered off to Baltimore for the big mystery conference Bouchercon with cover artist Deana Jamroz and author Richard Stevenson of the award winning Donald Strachey mystery series that HereTV! fictionalizes. We had a terrific time. Deana and I took the train in to DC on Friday and met with author Dave Singleton for lunch at the Native American museum. He’s funny, smart, and handsome. A delightful way to spend lunch! And the museum was gorgeous!

We had dinner two separate nights during the con with a group of other gay author Neil Plakcy, Alan Scott, Scott Sherman, Lance, and Steve and a couple of people we found in the lobby. *g* One evening the man who wrote Wag the Dog joined us and the next the author of another book I know but can’t remember now entertained us with stories. One author there said his day job was the head of communications at a cemetery. That lead to all kinds of story ideas for me. Communicating with the dead came to mind first! But he says its a huge place with lots going on.

I left at 3am on Sunday to catch my flight home. Deana stayed to attend more panels but around 9am the fire alarms went off in the host hotel and chaos broke out. When Deana and I are out of town and we run into dangerous situations (you travel enough, it happens) we always say ‘I didn’t come here to die!’. It was nearly true this time.

And why is any of this important? Because when I got home 5 days later on Sunday I was now REALLY tired. So tired in fact, the following morning I slipped back into MOM duties and sent husband off to work. Then I got my youngest ready for school and waited for the bus with him. My usual. When it didn’t come at all, I bundled him into the car and drove him to school thinking we had missed the bus. I was running a little late, distracted by trying to get through some of my mountain of unread email from when I was OOT. But surprisingly, the school parking lot was empty. I zipped us both home and looked at the calendar to find out it was a holiday.

Columbus Day. Who slipped that one in there? Never did that before. Brings me back to the ‘I’m old’ thing.

My second confession? During the con I bought the boys t-shirts that say ‘ Got Bullets?’ I know, I’m a bad mom.

Confession Number three: I slept in past 5 this morning and then had chocolate for breakfast. Little Dove squares washed down with Kona coffee while I cruised the photo sites for nearly naughty nakked nubile, manly men pictures for next year’s catalog for the press. I know. Heaven does not have a reservation with my name on it. But that’s okay, I look good in red. *g*

Written by Laura Baumbach

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