just to give y’all an idea of how absurd and surreal things are for me now
i had an event last night in Columbus at Kafe Kerouac, and by virtue of a very confused barista, the room I was booked in was full of people who had randomly claimed it. no big deal, i wasn’t in a rush to start, and they looked like they had IMPORTANT THINGS TO DISCUSS. so i got some coffee and a bagel and went in the room and stood off to the side, talking to a few of my fans who had gotten there before I did.
this is an important set up because it explains why there were total strangers who knew nothing about me in the event room. because then one of my readers asked me about dashcon, and without any hesitation, this random dude studying next to us just whipped around and said, “Whoa, you were at Dashcon? What was it like? What’s the ball pit thing?”
i’m literally never escaping this. the ball pit will be my demise.
(if you were there last night, feel free to reblog this and verify it because i’m sure people will say i’m making this up.)
(shoutout to that guy because he ended up staying for like an hour to listen to me tell stories about dashcon and conventions)
(shoutout to the other gentleman who came in when i was reading bad romance novels aloud and he stayed and quietly chuckled to himself in the back of the room)
(shoutout to jeni’s ice cream, which I’ll be eating shortly)