Indiana, here I come
The World Mystery Convention is in Indianapolis this year. It’s a city I’ve never visited before and, if this convention is like most, I probably won’t get to see much of the town.
I did get a panel this year. It’s on writers who hit a dry spell. My dry spell lasted about 15 years. I kid you not. There’s also going to be a Minotaur cocktail party. I pretty much would attend an al-Qaeda cocktail party of there’s an open bar, so this ought to be fun.