Maybe I’m just imagining it. I don’t know. If I’m not, that’s a great excuse. If I am, then it’s a valid reason. I don’t know. This panel thing is getting old. Was it really worth it? I mean, was it really worth coming here, promoting myself, just to get a few more books sold? And, you know, a free trip to Vegas?

I feel almost like a media whore. Here I am, spending my time so that people can see me, talk to me, and know what I’m like, just in the hopes that they’ll ...