And one last post, before I collapse into bed from exhaustion...
The convention was very hot. There had to be easily close to 10,000 people there, and whoever runs the Jacob Javits Center had not turned the air conditioning on at a level that would cope with that number of bodies. We all sweated and carried around giant bags of books and enjoyed the convention.
Then, after I had retrieved two of my bags from coat check (I had five total), I went to wait on the interminably long taxi line from hell.
And who is standing behind me, on the taxi line from hell?
Yes, the Joe Hill, son of Stephen King, and a very good author in his own right.
Which was just really cool, and so I introduced myself, and we had a very pleasant conversation about horror and various people who we both knew. =)
To my mother's great chagrin, I did not give him my business card, since I had to run to make sure my taxi didn't leave, when one finally came for me. But if he does remember me, and ever wants to get in touch (I have no illusions that he'd ever be my client, for those who are wondering)... but anyway, if he does remember me, he can always google, and here I am.
And now, good night! =)