Readercon: Had A Great Time!

Okay, so it’s been a while since I did my reading and yeah, I’m just now getting around to telling you about it. I’ve got an excuse, though–my day job sucked me into a black hole and only recently spit me out. No shit, either. I did more traveling in July than I’ve done in a lo-o-ong time. In a way, I don’t mind all that much. I mean, being locked up in a hotel conference room all day with a bunch of tax nerds isn’t exactly my idea of a good time, but the frequent flyer miles are a bonus. If this keeps up, I’ll have enough miles by the end of the year to take a trip somewhere in the Lower 48. W00t, w00t!

Back to Readercon. I read Chapter 2 and it was great. People laughed at my jokes–cool! Nice to be around folks who get my sometimes decidedly odd sense of humor. There was one moment, though, that was a bit embarrassing. After the session was over, four people came up to me and wanted to know where they could buy my book. “Uh, well…uh, gee…it isn’t published yet…” Nothing like having to put off potential buyers because you haven’t anything to sell. It’s enough to make you say screw New York and go POD.

Anyway, I was cleaning up my hard drive last night and came across a poem I’d written years ago. Mind you, I don’t claim to be a poet. It was just something I did, and it was heartfelt when I did it.

Do you believe in love?

I’m not talking about love at first sight, love in hindsight, new love, or old love. I’m not talking about mad love, romantic love, abandoned love or puppy love.

I’m talking about love that spans millennia and lifetimes, patient love and abiding love. I’m talking about love that waits like a lone candle in the window of a lonely house on a dark road, on an even darker night. I’m talking about a love that has no name, a love that surpasses all understanding, a love that lasts for eternity…and beyond.

Do you believe in love?

I don’t either.

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