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On Graceful Exits
Lost Girl
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This is to say that I will not be attending either ComicCon or Worldcon, despite what it says on my website.

Before you frown at me, hear me out.

You may have noticed the lack of posting on this blog throughout May, June, and July. You may have noticed how many states and countries I have been in during those months. You may have heard about this Fairy book I wrote that has been going like gangbusters and how hard I've been working for it.

You may surmise from this, Reader, that I am tired.

Sorry, scratch that. I was tired at the end of May at Wiscon. I was exhausted in June. It's now mid-July and I have passed beyond that into some kind of state of hyperkinetic breakdown, like Fry after 100 cups of coffee. I am worn out to a serious, health-affecting, mind-melting degree. I haven't been home for more than a few days since April. I haven't written anything new in months and I'm behind on simply every single thing.

So the choice is this: you can have a zombie version me at ComicCon and Worldcon, or you can have more books.

I need to be writing 2013 and 2014's novels, and I need to be writing short fiction, and I need to be blogging, and I need to be resting. I need to be in my new house. I need to make sure my husband still knows my name. I need to stop talking. Seriously, all I've been doing is talking. About myself, about my books. I want to shut up. I need to shut up.

So for the sake of the books yet to be written, for The Girl Who Fell Beneath Fairyland and Led the Revels There, for Matryoshka, for The Radiant Car Thy Sparrows Drew and The Year of Red Snow, I have had to exercise my No Magic and admit I can't actually do everything. I have to take care of myself. I have to retreat and rebuild my heart and body. I've been running on an animal level for so long, of just finding enough food and caffeine to keep going, enough to sleep to not pass out, get on a plane, get in the car, go go go, that I need to figure out who I am again. I need to go home.

Please forgive me, that I could not quite run fast enough to keep up with the Red Queen. I will be at Capclave in October and most likely World Fantasy, but beyond that I am taking the rest of the year to make more books for you, to make a shiny new red tin-girl heart for me, and to sleep till the briars come up.

That kitty up there is gonna be me. Big fluffy belly and a goddamned nap.

But don't those titles make you want to lock me in a room til they're done? Well then. I'm on it.

Wise. Ultimately you have to be an artist first, and a saleswoman (which is what convention appearances are about) second.

Having said that I really liked your Guest of Honour speech at Continuum in Melbourne, and I am grateful that you were able to appear there.

Take care.

You should never apologize for needing to care for yourself, which is what you are doing. Rest, recharge, do the things that need doing and which fulfill you.

Rest and recharge! And drink wine! :)

A chroí, I think I can safely say that most of us would be far happier to have you home, happy, and writing, than dragging your half-dead carcass around to public speaking events, miserable and exhausted.

Go, languish in a nice sunspot and recover for a bit. Snuggle your boy. Make friends with this new house of yours. Above all else, relax. You thoroughly deserve it. :)

If I had a new house and books boiling under my skin I'd stay in and write, too.

I am suitably impressed by your No Magic. And yes to the locking in the room.

Take care of yourself, sweetheart. And let me know if you need cookies sent, or an wild trip to lovely Somerville, where I will ply you with baked goods before sending you back to the locked room.

There will always be more cons. But there is only one you, and it's important that she be looked after!

I already know far too many people who are exhausted unto sickness and zombiedom. PLEASE come back from that state!

I personally would rather have you healthy and as well-rested as you are able to allow yourself to be.

Rest. You deserve it. Look at your successes! Then get some welcome cat snuggles.

Dr. Phil

I am relieved to hear it. Heal well.

P.

I prefer books. Go home, dear lady. Rest well.

*pushes over a lovely cup of chamomile lavender tea*

You could have a clone do your conventions. Maybe even a zombie clone,

or a changeling! Good People can help out.

W/regard to your husband remembering you, have you considered name-tags? "Hi I'm your wife"

Rest, rejuvenate, and rejoice

I was just about to suggest this.

Philip Pullman had to make the same decision. So did Neil Gaiman. You're in good company. Best of luck of luck and see you in (your) spring.


Hey, you need to rest. Burnout and exhaustion are not healthy at all. You deserve a couple of months off to rest and recharge your batteries. <3

I would love to attend a con that you're at someday. You're on my list of authors I want to meet list. :)

I'm very glad for you that you are doing something that I find really hard: setting boundaries and taking care of myself. The No Magic is powerful magic.

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