Being "Maurice Broaddus"

Okay, I've just wrapped up Bouchercon (the World Mystery Convention that puts the other conventions I attend into perspective: 21 New York Times best sellers, over a dozen attending writers who are millionaires, sheesh), marking the end of convention season for the year. As a friend pointed out, cons are 72 hours of a bunch of introverts pretending to be extroverts. And I'm exhausted. (I'm sure coming off of a great time at Killercon and a fantastic time at Context has nothing to do with ...