This is not a real Comic-Con recap, my brain is too fried from being on planes all day, but here are a few atmospheric cell-phone photos to give you the general idea of what my last few days looked like. Had a marvelous time, met tons of fabulous people, really wish I’d had more time just to soak in the gloriousness of it all.
Back in Boston now, missing both the madness and the weather. Full recap forthcoming!
lament of the wooden dragon
It is a terrible thing, to ache to destroy oneself.
And with it comes the constant struggle between destructive desire and the instinct of self-preservation.
Alas, there cannot be breathing without burning.
And it is so difficult to resist.
It is in a dragon’s nature to breathe in flame.
Regardless of the technicalities.
Not even a dragon can hold its breath forever.
Breath that is life and death tied together in fire-air.
When they finally give in, it is bliss, it is perfection, and it is still terrible.
As the flames consume them, each wooden dragon loses itself forever, smoldering in phoenix dreams.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.
Hello, internet! I am in San Diego.
I am at Comic-Con, or rather, next to Comic-Con at the moment but I will be at Comic-Con proper tomorrow and Friday!
Tomorrow (Thursday) I will be signing posters at the Summit booth, #4029, at 1pm.
Friday I will be signing ARCs of The Night Circus at the Random House booth, #1515, at 10am.
And in between there will be interviews and parties and yes, thanks to Twitter approval, I will indeed be wearing Converse sneakers with seamed stockings.
If you see me, say Hi!
fragile vessels with invisible contents
It wasn’t a very difficult technique to learn, though it took a lot of practice. And also some trial and error and a very soapy sofa before I figured out that practicing outside made for easier failure cleanup.
There’s a trick to it, beyond getting the size right or launching them so the wind helps with the carrying.
I should have realized it sooner, but it’s almost counterintuitive.
You would think that the contents would have to be lighter than the bubble by necessity, but that’s not the way it works.
The vessels are fragile, but the wishes inside them need to be strong.
Strong wishes are heavy things.
But the stronger the wish, the longer they’ll stay afloat. Halfhearted, wistful wishes pop almost immediately.
A heavy wish, properly supported and contained, can float long enough to come true.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.
Spent just about 24 lovely hours in NYC. Arrived back in Boston with circusified momofuku milk bar cookies and a personally signed copy of The Last Werewolf. Met a lot of lovely bookish people during my very quick trip and had a delightful time and did I mention the cookies?
Now I have to tackle the ever-growing to do list, but I have cookies & a shiny new book so I am a happy puppy.
Living statue in the public garden. Boston is starting to feel like home, slowly but surely.
