Bridget and I just got back from LibertyCon last night. This was probably by sixth or seventh LC I think, and I was honored to be the Literary Guest of Honor. We had a great time.
First off, the biggest thing I want to draw attention to just because it is so remarkable the six seats at my charity game of Gritty Cop Show were auctioned off for a whopping $4,900 to go to Ronald McDonald House. That was incredibly generous, and I am humbled that my fans are that awesome. This year’s charity auction raised $17,000, which shattered LibertyCon’s previous record.
The game went really well, and by request, I’ll post a recap of it in the next blog post.
As usual the LibertyCon volunteers were great, and worked their asses off to make sure everything ran smooth. They are a great crew, and Brandy is amazing.
I was on a bunch of things, brunches, kaffeeklatsches, GoH interviews, some panels, autograph sessions, etc. It’s basically three days of non-stop talking for me. We did the WriterDojo 100th episode live with a big audience. I did an interview about my career in front of a big audience. I did a reading from Fever, where I dragged my coauthor Jason Cordova up on stage with me. The book signing was nuts for an hour straight, and by the end I was just having to plow through books as fast as I could because other writers needed the room.
This was probably also the most tired I have ever been at the end of a con, because I had just hit the wall. GoH means you’re busy, but then my dumb ass decided what the heck, Steve and Jack are going to be there too, and we’ve got access to hundreds of awesome writers we’d love to interview, so let’s grab whichever awesome author friend of ours we can find in this spare hour, and we recorded NINE episodes of WriterDojo too. (these were either at the crack of dawn, or super late at night) Which was fun, and you guys are going to love them because we got some fantastic guests, but also kinda stupid on my part!
Any attempt for me to list off all the cool people I talked to at this would be doomed to fail, because I’d inevitably leave out somebody. There’s just that many interesting folks.
The trip home went goofy with Bridget and I getting stuck on a broken down train at the airport so long we missed our flight (which apparently isn’t ATL’s or Delta’s fault, it is us passengers’ fault for using their train, they helpfully explained after we spent another two hours in a different line) But since I was hopping pretty much non-stop during the con (my usual meal break during this consists of inhaling whatever food Bridget hands me while moving between events) so oddly enough, getting shafted by ATL and Delta worked out, and we found a nice hotel with a good Cajun restaurant only a mile’s walk away, so the extra night in Atlanta was like a vacation.
