When I learned that Left Coast Crime was going to be here in Phoenix, I was torn by indecision...
I don't like crowds.
--Okay. Get over yourself! This is probably a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and you'll really get to see what's going on instead of reading someone else's recaps. Besides, Left Coast Crime is a bit smaller than Bouchercon or Malice Domestic.
I'm a newbie and really don't want to go by myself.
--Waah! Put on your big girl panties. You'll know some of the authors who are attending, and what about that email you got from a fellow book blogger who didn't want to go it alone either. Partner up!
It's in downtown Phoenix. Where am I going to park so I don't have to trudge miles to get to the place (or take out a loan to pay the fees)?
--You liked that taxi in London, didn't you? Suck it up!
My indecision really didn't last all that long, especially when I got the email from Kay. I'm really looking forward to it now, although I have another worry to contend with. I absolutely wrecked my knees during our September trip to the UK, and unless a miracle occurs, I'm probably facing surgery on both. But, hey. I'll take my cane (which does double duty as a monopod for my camera) and hobble along.
So if you happen to be going to Left Coast Crime, too, and you see a tallish, bespectacled woman with short white hair, a black cane, and a book bag or two, come over and say hello!