Seriously, with the exception of the frequent gay men smoking outside (in my matching wicker rocking chairs), my place looks like a goddamn Norman Rockwell painting.
This is the first year that I'm actually staying in a hotel for IML. I won't be at he host-hotels (waaaaaaaaaay too many people for an alcoholic with an anxiety disorder), but I am staying nearby. So, this is also the first year that I've had to pack a suitcase for the event, and I cant help but feel like a predator. Socks, check. Skivvies, check. Restraints, rope, and leather hood...check, check, and check!
Another thing that's different this year is that this will be my first IML in a decade where I'll be attending the event alone. Sure, I have plans to meet up with friends here & there, but I'm single this year - no strings, so to speak - and I can't help but look at IML with the eyes of possibility. And I DON'T mean the possibility of finding a partner, but rather, the readers' possibility - and the fact that Goodbye to Beekman Place marks the beginning of what I hope to be a fulfilling writing career in the second half of my life.
The men at IML are more than just my target audience; they're my core audience, and I sincerely look forward to meeting each and every one of them.