I don’t know if I’ve mentioned the epic clusterfuck of travel I have going on this week, but in case you’re curious, here we go. Presently I’m at Romantic Times in Orlando, where today I’m on a panel about historical romance with Jane. Then, this afternoon I’m on a panel about social networking and new media with Ron Hogan. That will be so difficult, since there’s really nothing about Twitter or the growing power of using a social network to reach consumers (*koff koff Dominos *koff koff Amazon) that we can talk about in terms of author promotion.
Then tomorrow Jane and I are on another panel about blogging. Don’t know what we’re going to find to talk about there. This is the panel at which hecklers promised to show themselves. I have two cameras in my bag for that reason.
After the blogging-stravaganza, I head to the airport where I fly back up to Jersey to attend the Princeton Romance Conference where I’m on the closing plenary panel. So in the middle of the RT reporting with the cover models and the costumes and the discussions of urban fantasy and the presence of leather camisoles, I’ll switch over to race and racism in romance, heuristic discussions of the man-titty and the psychosocial significance of urban warrior imagery in contemporary fantasy romance. You won’t notice a difference.
Then, I fly back down to Florida so I can be at RT for the book signing on Saturday morning, and my first ever Mr. Romance pageant. Jane is so enamored of my presence that she’s changed her flight to leave Sunday so she can also experience the wonderment. It’ll be a fun week. Perhaps I will also sleep. Maybe.
Since the bars in Orlando close at midnight, I probably will get some sleep.