Liz Maverick's idea about doing guerilla marketing for Crimson City was brilliant, as are all her ideas. We met, we gave away books and stuff and it all went really fast and people were interested. Cool. I am so terrible at being social that by the end of the day, when most people are looking forward to socializing, I am just about ready to jump out of my skin. I end up sitting wherever I am (which is supposed to involve being social) sinking deeper and deeper into a somebody please make me be charming and interesting kind of hopelessness, but my sister got those genes, not me. So, then, eventually I just have to escape in order not to just have everyone want to hit me upside the head for being such a freak. OK, maybe not a freak, but sitting there like a lump. Everyone has funny stories to tell and oh well. Interesting lives and, of course, actual careers ... yes, I realize this is totally neruotic so I will just stop now. Sigh. But it's better to be here in my hotel room, thinking I should be socializing instead of being somewhere turning into a big old lump.