So, I was cranky and crankier as the day rolled on, and even though I had a fabulous dinner with Larry Marder, Jim Valentino and Kris Simon (worth the trip just to break bread with those worthies,) lo and behold, I am back in my hotel, my head is clogging up faster than the sky over Iceland, and all my day’s surliness is revealed as the result of the onset of the DREADED CONVENTION CRUD!

At least, I think that’s what is making me surly. It could all be, just, you know, me.

Anyway, will try and get a good night’s sleep, and if a certain person calls me at 5:30 AM again, he is dead.

I bet some of you hope I have fabulous show gossip to reveal, but no.

I sit between Jim Valentino and Peter David, way in the back of the hall next to the big Iron Man display. People just want us to autograph Spider-Man #600. They never tell us what is going on at those retail seminars.

I don’t know how many Spideys I signed today. Stacks of them.

At Wondercon, art sold big. Not so much original art action here so far. If I were doing commissions, I’d be cleaning up because I have had dozens of requests. But I am sticking to my guns and not accepting any. Not many A Distant Soil left. Maybe three of each.

Will not go out tomorrow evening. Not feeling well right now at all.