There’s a come-down phase after an
author attends a book conference—an adjustment period that has something to do
with going back to the real world through the logistics of travel. My last trip
back from a book related weekend involved a mini-van ride from Jefferson, Texas
to Shreveport, Louisiana; a flight to Dallas; another flight to Los Angeles;
and a one-hour car ride to the loving arms of my husband and three German
Shepherds. Under usual circumstances, somewhere along the journey back home, I manage
to switch channels, but for days after the The Pulpwood Queens Girlfriend
Weekend in mid-January, the energy lingered like a good kind of hang-over.
