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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.

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

Mostly, I want to send you pumpkin latte, or something equally pumpkiny and delicious, a soft blanket, and a full week where you can just sleep. It was lovely for Briony and me to meet with you this year, and I'm glad I finally got the courage to talk to you, at least a little. But we want you to take care of yourself, too. I'm glad you're doing just that.