How the Hell Can I Do a Con Report

I went to RT and Austin Author Affair.  

I saw my moma, my daddy, my sisters, my nieces. 

There was singing and books, a cookout and long visits and goosebumps of truth. We taught Andrew Grey how to sing “You Never Even Called Me By My Name”. There was a metric ton of rain. There was Tex-Mex and steak and hugs and tears and laughter and softball and horses and LOTS of chiggers.

I’m not going to name names, because if I miss someone I’ll cry. The fact is that I love being a writer. I love my community of writer friends. It was a good 12 days away and I would travel with Andrew any time. My wife is still the center of my world, my goofy family makes me smile and it kills me to be so far away from them, I miss Texas but I see my mountains and I’m home again.

In short, I had a ball.

(Also, if you want a real detail con report, go read my wife’s blog — www.juliatalbot.blogspot.com)

Much love, y’all.

BA