Howdy, y’all. I’ve missed you. Each and every one of you.
Okay, so Sam was in charge of my blog while I was gone, and here’s what was accomplished:
1 blog, a day late
No book winners announced
Thank you, Sam, for your tireless efforts on behalf of my dedicated readership. And for forcing me to post on a Tuesday, when no one will be expecting it.
On to the stuff we’ve all been waiting for. Since we are so late in announcing the winners, and since I have a renewed passion for buying books, Smokey the Cat has magnanimously chosen three winners:
Cari from KS
Please email me at brosam (at) gmail (dot) com and let me know the book of your choosing (preferably YA) and your mailing address.
And that's not all. One bonus winner, chosen by me, for the cutest answers to the questions:
Hannah from SLC
Please also email me with a book of your choosing.
On to the blog post! I'll have pictures and stories later, but for now...
LA CONFERENCE BY THE NUMBERS
Number of times we were paged over the airport loudspeaker to ‘please board the flight, so we can take off. This is your last chance’: several
Number of times we heard the announcement: 1
Number of eardrums that nearly burst in-flight: 1
Number of times I complained about said eardrum: 978
Number of times I followed complaining with the phrase ‘I don’t usually complain’: 978
Number of times I threatened to stab my ears while simultaneously shouting ‘Make it stop!’: 2 or 3
Number of times I tried to get away with wearing shorts to the formal ‘Blue Moon Ball’: 3
Number of times I danced in the center of the dance circle: Um… 1
Year of the dance moves I pulled: 1992 (The Funky Chicken)
Number of times I was invited back to the center of the dance circle: 0
Number of times I was asked if I knew Stephenie Meyer: 1 (Really!)
Number of famous authors we ‘sidled’ up to, who turned out to be incredibly nice: 3
Number of authors we sidled up to, who turned out to be butt-munches: 1
Preferable number of sidling cohorts when one is about to sidle: 2 (They’re like sidling wing-men)
Number of television shows filming in the hotel courtyard on our last day: 1
Number of times Emily Wing Smith tried to become an extra on the show: 2
Number of times she impressed me with her boldness and audacity: countless
Number of times she nearly lost an eye: 1
Number of times Bree Despain’s book was mentioned in front of the thousands in the general assembly: 1
Number of times she blushed: 784
Number of times she nearly lost her sense of humor permanently due to hypoglycemia: 1
Number of times I was inspired by Sherman Alexie and Richard Peck: countless
Number of times I wanted to tweet about it: countless
Number of times I didn’t actually tweet about it, for fear Richard Peck would be disappointed in my use of Twitter: countless
How was everyone else's weekend? Anything extraordinary? Does this feel a little weird, being a Tuesday and such?