In Orlando for Oasis 22, a science fiction convention. I’m the writer guest of honor. Such honors always make me nervous because if I’m the main guest and the convention is underattended, then I assume it’s my fault.
Did a store appearance today at Coliseum of Comics. Nice folks. Really nice store. Spent a little time at Disney; Kathleen and Caroline spent a LOT of time at Disney. Will swing by Magic Kingdom tomorrow. Then it’s off to the convention. Hi ho, hi ho.
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Jakob realized he’d need a drink. Probably three or four before everything that had been going on this evening made sense.
The potato-man pounded a fist into an open hand and repeated its cry, “Santora!”
How’d they end up back in the woods? Weren’t they just in an alley near Forks? With a car smash-up? Could he be…El Patata?
Jakob knew where they were. He could her the noise of the noisome stream, Slough of Despond. They weren’t far from Sullen Manor. Feeling the need to run, his cowardice once again returning, but also remembering that Bela, his love, wasn’t far. Jakob tried to shapechange.
He had hoped for werewolf, but it wasn’t to be. After a few mintues where it was difficult to figure out who was more surprised, Jakob or El Patata, he shifted from werewolf to were-vampire to were-tree to were-Ford Prius to to were-goldfish to were-Joss Whedon and after a quick song and dance routine, ended up back as a were-cow.
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