Years ago, I ran into William Gibson at the end of a convention where he was guest of honor. "Last weekend I was out with friends riding dirt bikes up and down huge piles of rocks and on Monday I felt great," he said. "When I get home from this thing I'm going to have to lie down in a dark room with a damp cloth over my ego and wait for the swelling to go down."
That's one of the drawbacks of writing. Promoting your work wreaks hell on your quest to cultivate the Buddha nature. Nevertheless, periodically you have to go out and promote it.
Which is what I'm about to do. I'm entering into a season of promotion for my novel. Here's the very preliminary schedule. More appearances will unquestionably be added.
March 19 Lunacon -- Rye Brook, NY
March 25 Philadelphia Fantastic (reading) -- Philadelphia, PA
May 19-22 Nebula Awards (technically not promotion; but I'm the toastmaster) -- Washington, DC
May 27-30 Balticon -- Baltimore Maryland
June 7 NYRSF Reading -- NYC
July 15-17 Readercon -- Burlington, MA
Sept. 21 KGB Bar (reading) -- NYC
And if you drop by any of those events . . .
Say hi. I'll have something to give away to promote the book.
Above: I took this shot in Edinburgh years ago during the Fringe. It has nothing to do with today's post. But what's a blog without an illo?