RadCon is over! I'm on my way back to Seattle.
Have sold close to 100 books or so (need to calculate the exact number) and have been told face-to-face to be quieter only once. My "hard" sales approach has been ridiculed by one of the well-known writers downstairs, from what I've been told upstairs (by another fellow writer who said he defended me). It wouldn't be a convention without some drama, right? At least I'm being talked about. I'll take it. I'm not squeamish.
Aside from this little blip, everything else went fantastic. I have made wonderful connections and have hugged and kissed a ton of people, and have probably annoyed a ton of people with my reaching out to hug them. I'm alive, however. Nobody has beaten me up yet.
Now back to the writing cave I gonyonstart on the next draft.