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Progress, like a good cup of tea, is best served warm and steady. Today that progress came with a sleek little card reader from Best Buy—a small device with big ambitions. No more watching sales float away like balloons with no strings. At the upcoming LA Times Festival of Books, I’ll be ready. Booth paid. Hotel booked. Books stacked like a literary skyline waiting for readers to walk the streets. Last weekend, I could practically hear $200 whisper, “We tried to stay… but you didn’t have the machine.” Not this time. This time, I’m plugged into possibility. But while I...

There’s something about coming home after a convention like WonderCon 2026 that feels like stepping out of one world and back into another. One is loud, electric, full of voices and colors and transactions. The other… is ruled by a small black-and-white creature who has been keeping score. And today, on my first day back, Whiskey Kitty made it very clear: I had some catching up to do. Mom gives her the soft, gentle, reassuring kind of love. The “everything is okay” love. The kind that probably sounds like lullabies in cat language. But me? I’m the entertainment department. I’m...

Today was the last day of WonderCon 2026, and like the final scene of a good play, it didn’t end with fireworks… it ended with something better—meaning. I made $600 total for the weekend. Now, to some people, that might sound like a number you shrug at. But to me, it’s a signal flare in the fog. It means I showed up. It means the work connected. It means someone stopped, looked, listened, and said, “Yeah… I’ll take that piece of your world home with me.” And that’s the real currency out here. This isn’t just about selling books or...

Today, something shifted. Not dramatically, not like lightning striking the Anaheim Convention Center and turning my booth into a cathedral of commerce. No, it was quieter than that. Smoother. Like a gear finally catching after grinding for miles. Today I made record-breaking, personal best sales at WonderCon. And the strange part? It didn’t feel like chasing sales. It felt like working. Real work. The kind where time bends, conversations flow, and before you know it, your table isn’t just a table anymore. It’s a small theater. And I’m not performing… I’m connecting. Even more surprising, I hardly thought about having...

Today was the first day of WonderCon 2026, and if I’m being honest, it started like a foggy painting that hadn’t decided what it wanted to be yet. I woke up heavy. Not physically, but mentally, like someone had draped a wet blanket over my thoughts. Depression has a way of doing that. It whispers, “Stay in bed. Skip it. No one will notice.” And for a moment, I almost listened. I almost let the whole thing drift away before it even began. But Mom… she wasn’t having it. She made sure I got up, got moving, got out the...