And so it begins…

MystiConWell, Con season is upon me once again.  That magical time when myself and author Tally Johnson take off to make our public appearances in the hopes of winning friends and influencing people.  Our convention year always begins with my personal favorite southeast convention– MystiCon in Roanoke, VA.  It started out as a reboot of a smaller convention the first year we went but has now grown to monumental proportions.  As in, if you don’t have your tickets yet– too bad.  They’re already sold out for the weekend.

MystiCon is pretty special to me.  The first time I applied, I was super-excited to get accepted because Roanoke, VA has familial connections for me.  My mother was from Salem which is about 15 miles outside of Roanoke.  We used to visit my grandmother there at least once a month when I was a child.  Whenever we went to the mall Christmas shopping or out to dinner– we usually drove into Roanoke.  In fact, the hotel where the convention is held– we drove past it countless times.  The mall where we would always go shopping with my gran is less than a block down the road.  Some of my best memories were made there in Roanoke.  So that’s why I’ll always be faithful to MystiCon.  It’s like going home.

Another reason to go is the people.  Tally and I have made so many amazing friends through the con circuit and we don’t get to see them too often.  So MystiCon is just this big party where we get to hang with our friends we never see.  Mark Davis, Gail Z. Martin, Christina Stiles, Andy Deane and the Bella Morte gang, and countless others will be on hand not just to share their knowledge on panels or sell their wares– they’ll be there to reconnect with friends and make new ones.  That’s the best part of convention season.

So, if you’re in the area and are planning on coming to MystiCon this year, stop over and see me.  I’d love to say hi, hang out and have a write-in or just have a drink.  And of course, I will have books for sale.  Here is my schedule:

Friday, 2/27:     10pm:  Iron Author

Saturday, 2/28:   10am: The Weird South

                             7pm: Author Readings (sexy edition)

10pm: Broad Universe Rapid Fire Readings (horror edition)

Sunday, 3/1:        11am: How to Get Rejected (I’m expert at this one.)

                              1pm: Say What???

Off to MystiCon 2012!!

And we’re off!  The husband and I are on our way, even as we speak, to MystiCon 2012.  Our goal is to get there by around 3pm.  Last year we barely made it through Windacolypse, so we didn’t have time to eat before our panels started.  I think we had some chips after.  But hopefully we’ll get there in time to grab a bite to eat (anyone wanna join us?)

I did manage to find my schedule tonight and I think my first panel is perhaps 10pm Friday.  I should have plenty of time to explore the wine list before then.  Did I mention that I’m moderating my first panel as well???  What the hell does a moderator do?  I hope its not to keep everyone in line… I can’t even do that for myself.  Beyond that, I know I’ll be at the Bella Morte concert on Saturday night, shakin’ my groove thang.

So the point is– those of you in the Roanoke area– come hang with me!  Have a glass of wine!


I am blogging to avoid doing all the things I still have left to do.  However, I have done my hair and laundry.  Next on my list is packing my suitcase, cleaning the house and having a shower.  Maybe later tonight I can actually sit down and overhaul my iPod and make more swag.

Earlier I got a comment saying that inquiring readers wanted to see me.  I wasn’t really sure how to take this, but seeing as how I have nothing to hide, I’ll post a pic.  And as I was thinking about it, I happened to think— there are LOTS of pictures of me out there on the intertubes.  I’m not sure if that’s good or bad, as one day some psycho could track me down.  But as a friend of mine once said, anyone who is a member of a social networking site has essentially given up their anonymity.  So screw it.  A pic of the ole Southern Belle herself…

The Real Me… exciting isn’t it…

There.. aren’t you pleased?  Aren’t you just falling all over yourself with joy and amazement.  I used to shy away from pictures rather readily, but I’ve decided.  Most people aren’t nearly as hard on me as I am on myself.  I need to remember this as I go forth this weekend in Louisville.  Even when I think I sound like an idiot.  Or look horrendous.  Or my hair won’t do what I want— other people won’t even notice.  And I suppose that this is the key to self-confidence, folks.  Not giving a damn what other people think as long as you’re happy with yourself.  And after 34 years I’ve decided– I AM.  Sure I’d like to lose a few pounds, have more novels under my belt, write better– and I’ll strive for those things.  But I don’t have to rely on those things to be happy with myself.

I was having a conversation with my siblings today and they were saying that no matter what I do, I always manage to land on my feet.  I just laughed and said, “Well… I know I’ve always been charming.”  And I think that’s part of it.  I’m also, for the most part, unafraid to speak my mind, ask questions and try something new.  Which I realize, might also work against my “goth chicky” image.  I’m not quiet or gloomy.  I don’t carry a frown.  I’m very personable and like talking to people.  But yeah… I am charming.
This is the part where you all tell me to shut up and get to work packing.  I’ve rambled long enough.  But I figured this was something I needed to tell myself to quell those gnawing feelings of self-doubt that have been working on me all week long.   I can only be me and everyone just has to accept it.  Or, as they say, fuck ’em.

Taking a hint

…from my best friend, Siobhan Kinkade, I’m going to use this time to enumerate all the things I need to do before 6 AM tomorrow morning.

  • Color my hair.  Yes, ladies and germs, coloring my hair is of utmost importance.  My mother gave me many gifts, one of which was gray hair at 12. And given that my brother-in-law’s dumbass secretary accused me of being  his mother- in-law the other day, I guess I’d better get to it.
  • Do some laundry.
  • Clean the house.
  • Do the dishes that I’ve been putting off for two days.  I know this may come as a shock, but I’m really bad at housekeeping.
  • Make more hershey kiss roses for more shameless promotion.
  • Pack.  I’m notorious for waiting until the last minute (I didn’t pack for my honeymoon until 10 minutes before we walked out the door– Pudden I’m sure will enumerate on this further in his comment).
  • Work on WIP.
  • Change my mind again on what I’m reading tomorrow night.
  • Shower and make sure all unwanted body hair has been removed.
  • and I’m sure there’s something else I’ve forgotten… oh yes… BREATHING…

Not sure I’ll be able to get it all done, but I’m going to give it the old college try.  Especially that breathing one.  That can be very important.  I have to remember that I was nervous like this before MystiCon and ended up having a wonderful time and making some great new friends.  This time will be no different.  Though, if you see a short little goth chick sitting the corner, curled in the fetal position rocking back and forth— its just me.

Fandom Fest Playlist!

So I really can’t think of anything to write about except the abject terror I’m having right now.  But y’all have heard about that all week.  So when all else fails, do a random music post!!!  Yes, ladies and germs, the following is among the HUGE playlist I’ve been working on for my iPod for the ride to Louisville, KY.  Sorry, Tally Darling….  And btw—I post the youtube links so you can listen to the song and then download it from iTunes or Amazon (in other words, don’t pirate the muzak).

Ava Adore– The Smashing Pumpkins

The Time– The Black Eyed Peas

This is What Rock N Roll Looks Like– Porcelain Black

Raise Your Glass– Pink

Winterborn– The Cruxshadows

Cinnamon Girl– Type O Negative

Get Your Body Beat– Combichrist

Electronaut– VNV Nation

Find Forever Gone– Bella Morte

Christfuck– :wumpscut:

Happy Listening!!!