Back home, finally. Six hours of travel yesterday became a fourteen hour marathon, including diversions to Arkansas and an hour sitting a hundred feet from a jetbridge because lightning prevented the ground crew from rolling out the jetbridge. Super fun.

But it didn't half mess up our brilliant weekend. Allison and I did a surgical strike on BookExpo America, less than forty-eight hours on the ground in NYC and we got everything done that we'd planned. Meals and drinks with all of our favorite locals, dinner at my favorite restaurant and drinks at one of my favorite bars (and drinks at one of my new favorite bars, to boot). The reading at Perdition on Saturday went as well as could have been expected under the circumstances (the circumstances being that, instead of the separate room that Solaris had anticipated, the reading was just held in the bar, in amongst all the happy drunks). Signed a few cases of Set the Seas on Fire and The Line of Dichotomy on Sunday morning, which was nice, and met a few other writers who were pimping nice looking books. Brought home lots of great swag, including some terrific books for Georgia, which was one of the weekend's principal goals.

I've got a few copies of The Line of Dichotomy, in the event that anyone's interested. I'll probably do a more formal post about selling them through the blog, but if you should want one feel free to email me and I'll let you know how much it'll be to send it off by mail.

All in all, a terrific weekend, only slightly tarnished by a day of travel hell. Now we're back home and getting slowly back up to speed before the rest of June comes crashing down on us.