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I took a cab home from the Marriott on Canal Street a couple of hours ago, and have been kind of decompressing. It's nice to be back in my home again, but I am also rather sorry that Bouchercon is over for another year. I checked into the Marriott on Tuesday, and ever since then it's been go-go-go for one Gregalicious; so many thoughts, so many good times, so much laughter that it's going to take me a while to come down and return to reality again.

Reality. Heavy heaving sigh.

Every Bouchercon, of course, is completely different from the one the year before. I have a great time every year; my sides literally have been aching for days from all the laughter. My voice is gone, every muscle in my body is tired, my eyes ache. I don't sleep well in hotel rooms, and I did have to get up early several mornings in a row. I also drank sooooo much I probably need a liver transplant; as I do every year after Bouchercon I need to have an alcohol detox.

But I'll worry about that tomorrow.

One of the things I love the most about these conventions--any kind of book convention, really--is how lovely it is to hang out with other writers, to talk about books, to toss around ideas, to recharge my batteries and think about writing and what I want to do going forward. There are also all those wonderful moments when I realize that "Wow, I'm having breakfast, and Catriona McPherson and Sara Paretsky are at my table!" or "Am I really sitting here having a glass of wine with Alafair Burke?" or "Wow, am I really on a panel with Laura Lippman and Alex Marwood and Alison Gaylin and Lou Berney?"

It kind of overloads my circuits sometimes. It's hard to believe.

I will undoubtedly talk more over the next week about some of my thoughts, my impressions, and how wonderful it all was. But this morning my head is still a little fried, and I'm a bit tired, and I am about to go collapse into the easy chair with Barbara Michaels' Prince of Darkness.

I shall leave you with a picture of the two anthologies I have stories in that came out this past week, so I got my author copies at Bouchercon.

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On September 19th, 2016 06:48 pm (UTC), rifleman_s commented:
"I will undoubtedly talk more over the next week about some of my thoughts, my impressions, and how wonderful it all was. But this morning my head is still a little fried, and I'm a bit tired, and I am about to go collapse into the easy chair with Barbara Michaels' Prince of Darkness."

It all sounds marvellous; so go and relax, and I look forward to reading more . . .
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