Freedom to Get Freaky…

I made it home from San Diego, and have basically been in a daze for the last two days. It’s not just the Sunday red-eye that I took (and thank goodness for evening flights, because I did not want to waste my Monday on a plane), it was the previous five days of non-stop action — early mornings, late nights. Everyone’s been asking what Comic Con was like, and I always say the same thing: “Lots of fun. Totally exhausting.” Which is true, because I get to meet readers and see my friends — non-st...