Litquake has been on my bucket list for years. So many years, in fact, that I wonder whether San Francisco’s literary festival can promise to be enjoyable as it turns thirteen, roughly the age at which human beings become temporarily insufferable. Nevertheless, I’m going this year, and I’m looking forward to it with an anticipation that might turn to glee by the time I reach the airport.
A change of scenery always does my tangled mind some good. Maybe a hike on the beach. My client Steve Shilstone, who lives in the Bay Area, has promised to spend a day with me. Because the Loon, as he calls himself, knows me only through our email correspondence, he might be in for a shock.
In San Francisco, I’ll have the opportunity to have coffee with one of the first bloggers I encountered back in the day. Unexpectedly, 2012 has been the year to meet my longtime blogging acquaintances in person. Sometimes it goes well, as was the case two months ago, when I spent a day with Marsha Durham. Marsha said she never had a qualm about whether we’d get along in person. How do people know these things?
You needn’t mention that I’m overthinking it. I promise to have fun. See you there!