But, it all turned out well despite my lack of airplane funk removal opportunity. The very next person I met, after a hasty dumping-of-my-crap in my hotel room, was none other than JordanCon Guest of Honor Harriet McDougal, whom I had met once years before (the same time I met Jason, actually) and completely do not blame her for not recalling, because I don’t always remember people I work with every day , and she meets like twenty zillion people a year, give or take a few zillion.
Harriet immediately floored me, though, by telling me she had read my blog here on Tor.com and thought it was “wonderful” (her words! I swear!), which left me kind of weebling around mentally for a while. The cessation of said weebling was not helped by the discovery that the jovial-looking gentleman next to her was, in fact, Tom Doherty , who I understand owns some company having to do with books, or something, and has apparently also read and enjoyed the re-read. I’m embarrassed to report that my brain was coming up with phrases like Golly gee! at this juncture, though fortunately I don’t think I actually said anything that inane out loud. I hope.
If you are viewing this on github.io, you can see that this site is open source. Please do not try to improve this page. It is auto-generated by a python script. If you have suggestions for improvements, please start a discussion on the github repo or the Discord.