Tomorrow morning I'm off to San Francisco for the World Horror Convention
. I'm very excited to see friends and colleagues I haven't seen in at least a year, and in some cases several years. But most of all, I'm excited about getting away. I haven't had a real vacation in who knows how long, so I'm treating this as one. No panel participation, no readings, no manning a dealer's room table, nothing. I have only a tiny bit of business to attend to while I'm there, and the rest of the time will be about chillin' and swillin'.
The only downside is that I hate flying. I'm a nervous flier, one of those people who turns pale and grips the armrests at every little turbulance bump. I can't sleep well on planes, because for some reason I keep thinking I need to be awake to keep the plane in the air. If I drift off the sleep, who knows what could happen?
I've flown a lot in my life (the six-hour trip to San Francisco feels like nothing compared to all the twenty-hour flights to Hong Kong over the years), but I've never gotten truly comfortable with it.
So when I touch down at SFO tomorrow afternoon, I may have an extra gray hair or two, but getting out of New York to see old friends in the biz, and make new ones, is worth it.