So, This Is Why I Am Hopeless

So, I was asked late Sunday during the con in the middle of a big signing line if I could possibly come to be at a forum at the White House.

After making sure that it wasn’t a prank or mistake, my first instinct was to say no, for a bunch of reasons, some having to do with travel arrangements already being set, some with questions about being qualified, and some with just abject terror.

But when I first announced it, I got FLOODED with emails and posts and DMs, seriously, I am still trying to read them all, from people saying I HAD to do it. A bunch of readers even asked if there was a monetary issue (there wasn’t, I must have phrased my first post badly) and volunteered to contribute so I could go. More evidence that people are surprising and wonderful, is what that is.

But the thing that was making me panic a little is that I literally had nothing but comfy/silly con clothes to wear. Batgirl and Ramones shirts.

Anyway, I had meetings at DC and was running out of time, so we ran sixteen blocks to get to Macy’s where I grabbed the first even remotely appropriate thing to wear and we already had show tickets so we had to run all the way back in hot, soggy, crowded Times Square. Barely made it.

Then tonight, in Washington DC, we went on a walking quest to find nail polish, and we found a pharmacy that actually had nice colors and I just GRABBED A TON because I didn’t have time to debate.

I actually almost cried because I found a nice peach polish, after a very amazing, but exhausting and stressy week.

I am pretty sure this is not how I envisioned the life of a writer. :)