It was a week filled to full with Action! Adventure! and Intrigue!
No, really.
First the Action! Fairly early in the week I proved once again my superior grace, athleticism, and acrobatic talents – it’s uncanny how uber I am – by gracefully, athletically, and acrobatically falling down the stairs.
Lesson learned: don’t try to carry B.T. down the stairs while wearing technologically-advanced footwear designed for superior slipperiness. Or, you know, socks.
Don’t worry, no one was hurt. Much. B.T. was fine within minutes, and exhibited no ill symptoms. I held him tight to myself as I fell, so that if anything hit or broke anything, it would be me and not him. Speaking of hitting and breaking – oh boy did I hit. And my fragile ego? Broken. Absolutely shattered. My posterior was in pain for several days. And also my right elbow. (I don’t even remember hitting my elbow on the way down.) Oddly, it’s been the elbow that has been in pain the longest. My bottom side recuperated wihtin a few days. But my elbow is still bothering me.
I don’t think there were any broken bones, but none of the pain was sufficiently debilitating to warrant a check-up. I still retain full motion in my arm, I just can’t put much pressure on the elbow. It’s getting better day-by-day.
But even if I broke no bones, I sure did break the stairs. Well, one stair, really. The wooden step split right in two. So this week Dear Wife and I had to obtain “things required for the repair of a broken stair”. Liquid nails, it turns out. And actual nails, too. But the wood of the step was so hard that I had to pre-drill the holes for the actual nails. But I pre-drilled them too small and the nails wouldn’t go through without breaking the nails. So I had to pull those nails and redrill the holes bigger.
And there you have it: I’m clearly a hard-@##. My bottomside broke a piece of wood that is so hard it breaks metal nails. Boo-yah!
The Adventure! part I’d mentioned before. This weekend I went to JordanCon; my second time going. It was big this year – at least compared to the prior time I went. I don’t know all the details of the event, but I know they broke prior attendance records. It all ran smoothly, and the operations were pretty sophisticated. There were more guests this year than two years ago – more authors, more artists, and this time several editors and agents, even. And there was quite the variety of panels. I was able to meet more authors, and even met one of the agents, and ask a few useful questions that may help guide my writing and career.
What’s more, I ventured out on one of those days to JordanCon with little V.R. in tow, and carried him around the con. He proved much more popular and attention-grabbing than yours-truly. I gaurantee you there are people from the con who won’t remember me, but who’ll remember that guy carrying a baby. That, by itself, was quite the adventure.
I’ll have more to report on JordanCon when I have the time to decompress myself, the time to unpack my thoughts, and the time to actually, you know, write it all up.
As for Intrigue! Well, I mostly made that part up. There wasn’t really any Ingtrigue! this last week. I mean, not counting that secret spy mission I was sent on personally by the President of the United States.* But that’s all hush hush, you know. If I told you, I’d have to kill you.
*Note: I was not sent on a secret spy mission by the President of the United States. Also, I don’t have to kill you. Which is good because I don’t think I could if I had to.
So that’s how my week went. How was your week?