A Minor Trepidation About ConFusion

As it turns out, ConFusion will be the first convention I’ve appeared at in two years.  Didn’t plan it that way; I’d intended to go to ConFusion last year but then medical issues kept me down, and the Geeky Kink Event in New England was shunted by an emergency with our goddaughter Rebecca.
I’m a little nervous.
Which is to say I’m socially anxious at the best of times, and always have a tinge of Impostor Syndrome whenever I show up at a con as A Writer, and this is the last major step in returning to my life after last year’s triple-bypass.  After I do this, that’s finalizing the checklist of doing everything I did pre-heart attack (today’s the day after the anniversary of the surgery), and for some reason that makes me tremble.  I have the feeling things will go terribly wrong – not because I can think of any reason, but because it feels like the horrid year of 2013 needs to take one final shot.
So if you see me, and you are so inclined, say hi.  Don’t assume I’m too cool for school; I am, apparently, quite good at faking looking way social when I’m not.  I’m looking forward to seeing you all, even as my brainweasels are telling me that you’ve all forgotten about me entirely.  So if you feel kind enough to be kind to a guy who’s a little kinked-up inside, it’d be a goodness in the universe.
I might even buy you a beer.  I do that on occasion.
(For the record, I do try to pay it back – if you’re ever at a con where I know people, feel free to follow me about.  I’ll introduce you as best I know how.)