So BookExpo is this weekend, and I'm a little freakishly nervous. It's an event I've always looked forward to except this time I'm not with a publisher. Well, I *am* with a publisher and dearly thankful and giddy about it...but not the same one and not as an employee. I'll be seeing the same vendors and booksellers I've come to know and love and be challenged by not as someone with book fragments dangling from her lips to tempt them with various titles, but as an author this time, one book and it's a whole. new. world. And so, in true form I've run up a wall of Other Stuff On The Go over the past few weeks...because. Started an online bookstore. Enrolled in university, my credit card a-tingle. Started four books, at once, not reading but writing. Taken on a bit too much volunteer work again, thanks so much. Sponsored a kid through a secular agency, his name is Yulius and I really have to write. Entertained, taken on casual employees for various minion related activities, joined a sword fighting academy, started regular tarot readings at a brewery in exchange for beer tickets because really, beer makes things better. The full time job? Still there, but to make it more challenging I'm writing a manual for my position and implementing a biofiltration system (yes, strategic plants) because I have to earn the riches I feel coming my way. I have to do more to merit this feeling of bliss, the overwhelming grin and giggle of getting the 10pm phone call from my grade 12 English teacher saying "well, this is just so exciting, you have no idea how the ladies at lunch took the news". I'm not sure I can pay the Whatever back for this and greedy bitch that I am, all I want is more, just a little more of this shameless rush. So. Strike while the iron is hot, they say, and heat the iron by striking. The weekend is nigh.