I will be heading to Comi-Con tomorrow for our first signing on Friday (11:00, Booth #1116). There are several ways this can play out. But I'm a glass half full, worst-case-scenario-kind-of-girl, so here is my Top Ten:

1. Margie and I are sitting at a table stacked with our beautiful ARCs, while people wander by and ask, "Who the hell are they?" (Of course, loud enough that we can hear them).

2. One of my ex-boyfriends stops by to tell embarrassing stories about me. (This one is unlikely because I'm from the East Coast.)

3. I spill Diet Coke, Kool-Aid, coffee, motor oil, blood – the list goes on – all over myself just before the signing. (This actually happened last year at BEA when I met one of our editors, Jen Hunt, for the first time. Thankfully, Diet Coke, not blood.)

4. Sarah Rees Brennan is the only person who comes to see us. (Although, I love Demon's Lexicon so much, I might be able to live with this one.)

5. Someone dressed like: Darth Vader, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, or Chewbacca has a lightsaber battle in front of our table with another person dressed like one of the above and everything is destroyed.

6. Did I mention no one showing up?

7. My friend, Amanda, desperately tries to pass out cards for our booth, but no one will take one.

8. The Caster Girls hear about our poor turnout and quit.

9. Margie turns to me and says, "You know, I think I'd rather write with Holly Black."

10. Someone does come to get an ARC and I misspell my name when I sign it.

I'll let you know what happens…