My Feet Hurt

The last day of the conference. Thank God.

I walked around the floor while Darin went to the second rendition of the Babylon 5 presentation. About halfway through, I realized my feet were about to fall off. Eeek.

I did buy the new issue of our new favorite comic book, which I see here by the Eisner awards is everyone's favorite: Leave it to Chance, by James Robinson and Paul Smith (Homage). The story of a girl, Chance, whose father is a famous magician and paranormal detective but who won't bring her into the family business because she's a girl. Chance is not having any of this and starts getting involved with the crazy doings of Devil's Echo with her pet dragon Georgie on her own.

Buy this comic. It's great.

Darin and I decided to take a break from the hilarity of my whining non-stop about my feet and go have lunch.

As we walked to the US Grant Hotel (stuffy looking restaurant, but good food), he told me about how he wished there was an Often ring for writers, so that I'd write a lot every day to stay a member. I work so hard to fulfill commitments I make to others, but I don't take the ones I make to myself as seriously, and he wishes I would. Darin wants me to write more.

I'm trying to look at his mention of Joe Straczynski's routine of "at least 10 pages a day" as a dare.

Most of today's 10 pages have been spent trying to catch up on these entries.