One thing I notice when I travel quite a bit, as I have recently, is that I become pretty much disassociated from what’s going on in the world. I’m aware of Michael Phelps and Usain Bolt, courtesy of the bar TV last night, but other than that I have very little clue as to what’s going on in the world at the moment, and I’ve really been out of the loop since before Denvention.
This is not, I think, the worst thing ever; the world seems to be getting along without me, and in the mean time, I did write a novella and have been getting other things done. Still, I’d hate to look at the news and see that, oh, say, Russia has invaded a former Soviet republic or something like that. Because that would make me feel out of touch. Fortunately the odds of something like that happening are pretty slim.
On the schedule today: A panel about movies, a signing and a reading. And then, I am led to understand, the consumption of massive quantities of Texas BBQ. Go, disassociation!