Bouchercon Toronto 2017

Remember when I said I wasn't going to bore you with a Bouchercon write-up? I lied.

Sometimes it takes a few days to process what your overall takeaway is from an experience like Bouchercon, which is huge and loud and fun and so, so busy. I used to panic at the thought of not being able to talk to everyone, but I've finally come to accept that I won't. It's just not possible. Last weekend, 1,700 people attended Bouchercon Toronto at the Sheraton Hotel. Sometimes all you can do is wave frantically at someone as they pass you on the escalator going the opposite direction, and shout your hellos as best you can over the noise (this was me with Eric Beetner, by the way). 

My highlights from Bouchercon 2017:

I got to spend time with my editor, Keith, and rest of the folks at St. Martin's Press and Minotaur Books who were in Toronto. This was an absolute delight for me. Not just because Keith took me to a cat cafe on the first day (which he did! We are MEANT 2 B, remember?), but also because it's absolutely the coolest thing to talk face-to-face with the people who are publishing your book. As an author who doesn't live in New York (and most of us don't), we don't get face time with our publishing peeps very often. I got to mingle at my first Minotaur Books cocktail party. I got to have dinner at a very hip restaurant (do people say hip anymore?) in Toronto called The Carbon Bar with the SMP gang, and get to know authors Julia Dahl and Kelley Armstrong.

About to go into the cat cafe with Keith!

About to go into the cat cafe with Keith!

Don't tell anyone I told you, but Keith has a "cat voice." Okay, fine. So do I. Can't help it, they're just so cuuuuuute.

Don't tell anyone I told you, but Keith has a "cat voice." Okay, fine. So do I. Can't help it, they're just so cuuuuuute.

With Andrew Martin, publisher of Minotaur Books. He hosted a lovely cocktail party. And dinner afterwards was delicious.

With Andrew Martin, publisher of Minotaur Books. He hosted a lovely cocktail party. And dinner afterwards was delicious.

Standing with the tallest man in the world (okay, the room), Hector DeJean, associate director of publicity for Minotaur Books.

Standing with the tallest man in the world (okay, the room), Hector DeJean, associate director of publicity for Minotaur Books.

With Sarah Melnyk, my publicist and senior publicity manager at Minotaur. How come we're the same age and she looks 25? I'll have what she's having . . .

With Sarah Melnyk, my publicist and senior publicity manager at Minotaur. How come we're the same age and she looks 25? I'll have what she's having . . .

Dinner at The Carbon Bar with the Minotaur Books team!

Dinner at The Carbon Bar with the Minotaur Books team!

I got to spend time with my agent, Victoria, who was attending her very first Bouchercon. Her smiling face in the audience at my panel calmed my nerves because I'm always super nervous at any event that actually requires me to speak in front of more than five people. I got to meet my "agency sister," Susan Elia MacNeal, in person finally, and she's as sweet and kind as Victoria said she was.

With Susan Elia MacNeal and our agent, Victoria Skurnick (Levine Greenberg Rostan).

With Susan Elia MacNeal and our agent, Victoria Skurnick (Levine Greenberg Rostan).

Me with my editor Keith Kahla (St. Martin's Press) and my agent Victoria Skurnick (Levine Greenberg Rostan).

Me with my editor Keith Kahla (St. Martin's Press) and my agent Victoria Skurnick (Levine Greenberg Rostan).

I got to hang out with the gang from The Thrill Begins, the beautiful motley crew of authors put together by my good friend Ed Aymar. We had dinner, and there was cake, and we had lunch, and there were laughs. One of the best parts of dinner was catching up with Mark Pryor, one of TTB's newest additions, and remind him about the time he blew me off for a drink the very first time we met in person (Bouchercon Cleveland, 2012). I also got to meet JJ Hensley, Tom Sweterlitsch, and Shannon Kirk in person for the first time, even though we've been interacting regularly on Facebook as part of TTB for the past couple of years. And it's always fun catching up with Elizabeth Heiter, Rob Brunet, Gwen Florio, and Wendy Tyson. (And you, too, Michelle Richter!)

Dinner with The Thrill Begins gang! We put the gang in gangster. Not. From left bottom to right bottom: Michelle Richter (Ed's agent, from Muse Literary), me, Elizabeth Heiter, Wendy Tyson, JJ Hensley, Rob Brunet, Shannon Kirk, Mark Pryor, Ed Aymar. Missing from this pic: Gwen Florio and Tom Sweterlisch, who arrived later.

Dinner with The Thrill Begins gang! We put the gang in gangster. Not. From left bottom to right bottom: Michelle Richter (Ed's agent, from Muse Literary), me, Elizabeth Heiter, Wendy Tyson, JJ Hensley, Rob Brunet, Shannon Kirk, Mark Pryor, Ed Aymar. Missing from this pic: Gwen Florio and Tom Sweterlisch, who arrived later.

Me with Elizabeth Heiter! I look forward to seeing her every year. 

Me with Elizabeth Heiter! I look forward to seeing her every year. 

Sandwiched between two of my favorite ladies! Elizabeth Heiter, me, and Shannon Kirk.

Sandwiched between two of my favorite ladies! Elizabeth Heiter, me, and Shannon Kirk.

I got to have dinner with Gracie Doyle, the editorial director of Thomas & Mercer, who just happens to be a former colleague of my husband, Darren. They worked together for years at Chateau Ste. Michelle, the winery in Woodinville, WA, before she got back into publishing. To see her here in Toronto was both awesome and surreal. It was great to spend time with someone who knows both the wine business and the publishing business really well - a rarity, I'm sure.

Darren, me, and Gracie Doyle from Thomas & Mercer

Darren, me, and Gracie Doyle from Thomas & Mercer

I got to have lunch with Mark Edwards. This might seem like a small thing, but it's not, because as someone who's equal parts introvert and extrovert, I crave one-on-one time with my friends at these events. It's important to have someone you can talk with honestly about the challenges of writing and publishing (which are two different things), who won't judge you, and who'll remind you that you're not crazy. 

Mark and I have a picture like this from every Bouchercon we've attended! Tradition, yo!

Mark and I have a picture like this from every Bouchercon we've attended! Tradition, yo!

I got to be on the Canadian panel with authors Kevin Burton SmithHilary Davidson, Paul E. Hardisty, Ausma Zehanat Khan, and David Morrell. Yes, David Morrell! The man who wrote Rambo!

Standing, left to right: David Morrell, Hilary Davidson, Paul E. Hardisty. Seated, left to right: Me, Kevin Burton Smith, Ausma Zehanat Khan.

Standing, left to right: David Morrell, Hilary Davidson, Paul E. Hardisty. Seated, left to right: Me, Kevin Burton Smith, Ausma Zehanat Khan.

I saw so many friends. I think I hugged most of them, and who I couldn't hug, I waved to, and who I couldn't wave to, I thought of kindly in the seconds before they were whisked away. I would name them all, but I'm terrified I'll forget to mention someone, which might make them feel like they're not important, and that is SO not the case. I love my writing tribe. I'm so grateful we all have each other, because this writing life is a crazy one. My only regret is I didn't get to shoot the shit with everyone as much as I would have liked - the days went by too fast.

My overall takeaway? I'm so glad I'm not new. The Bouchercon tribe is an extremely welcoming group, but it really is terrifying the first time you go. I met many first-timers at the convention (and made new friends!) who seemed overwhelmed and uncertain about their place in all of it. I remember how that felt. One of them asked me, "How do you do this? How do you do Bouchercon?" There's no perfect answer, but I can offer some tips for anyone who who's thinking of attending in the future:

1. Wear your badge. I know it's itchy, but the convention badge identifies you as an attendee, which opens the door for people to say hello. Also, Bouchercon is loud, and sometimes it's easier to read someone's name than to hear it. 

2. Be social. I know this is an obvious one, but if you're shy and decide to stay in your room all evening, you are SO missing out on the best parts of Bouchercon. The panels are cool, but the bar is better. The Bouchercon bar (and there always is one - usually it's the bar of the main convention hotel) can be scary at first, especially if you walk in not knowing anyone. But it's worth it to hang out there, because it's where all the good stories are told. It's where all the good information is traded. You don't have to drink. Just show up. Make yourself approachable. Say hello to the people you know, even if you only know them vaguely. Introduce yourself to anyone you recognize, even if you only know them from Facebook. Nobody will be a dick to you, I promise. 

(Okay, except for one person, who actually was pretty rude, but I'm not naming names because I know I'll see them again.)

3. Bring your business cards. This time, I actually remembered to bring business cards, BUT THEN I LEFT MOST OF THEM IN THE HOTEL ROOM. Don't be me. Bring your cards, have them ready should anyone ask (and they will). Also, ask for theirs. You never know when you might want to find them on Facebook or send them an email later, and it's hard to remember everybody's name and how it's spelled.

4. Take breaks. If you go to a panel at every single time slot, you will be dead by the end of the first day. You have to pace yourself. Remember my mantra: the panels are cool, but the bar is better. Go to a few panels. Do your best. But don't overdo it. Most of us go back to our rooms and lie down for a bit during the day, or just before dinner. You kinda have to. It's too much otherwise.

5. Find one-on-one time for a friend or two. It's hard, because everyone has panels and lunches and dinners and busy schedules, but try, because this may be the only time you're in the same place until the next Bouchercon. That one-on-one time, even if it's just coffee for twenty minutes, will recharge you both. And small talk can be exhausting, so not having to make small talk with a friend is so, so nice.

6. Remember that you belong. Bouchercon is for everyone - readers, authors, publishing professionals. Whatever category you're in, and whatever stage you're at within that category,  you belong at Bouchercon just as much as anyone else.

What NOT to do?

It's actually really simple. Don't be an ass. Don't interrupt someone's conversation, neglect to introduce yourself, and immediately start into a confusing pitch with the opening line, "Hi Jennifer, I wanted a bigger name for this, but since none of them seem interested, I thought of you."

Yeah, don't do that.

Jar of Hearts

I am very, very, very excited to show you this cover for the new book, JAR OF HEARTS, which is coming June 12, 2018 from Minotaur Books. Very excited. Super excited. Did I mention I was excited? In case I didn't, I AM EXCITED. It's always a scary moment when you get the email from your editor with "Cover Art" in the subject line. It can go so many ways, ranging from, "Ugh," to "Meh," to "YES YES THIS IS IT PLEASE KEEP THIS DO NOT CHANGE IT LATER!" I've been pretty damn fortunate that all my covers have ultimately ended up in the third category, but sometimes they don't always start out that way.

This needed almost no help from me, though. Kind readers, may I present to you the official cover for JAR OF HEARTS:

JAR OF HEARTS will be out June 12, 2018! Click here to preorder.  

JAR OF HEARTS will be out June 12, 2018! Click here to preorder.  

It's stunning. I can't even believe this is mine. I have loved all my covers, but this cover . . . oh, this cover. This one is special. This book is special. Where CREEP, my first novel, was all pelvic thrust (metaphorically speaking, of course) and angst and desperation and longing, JAR OF HEARTS is all . . . heart. It's love. It's patience. It's rage. It's grief. It's hope. It's personal. It's so, so emotional. On some level, I don't know if I'll ever write another book like this one. I don't know if I can. I don't know if I should. I don't know if that matters. They're all different. But this is a book that, as a writer, I've always wanted to write. And I couldn't have done it four books ago, or before I got my heart broken, or before I had a kid, or at any point in time before I actually wrote it. And then the time came, and I seized it, and whether you think the book is wonderful or terrible or somewhere in between, there's not a single word in it I would change. And I NEVER say that.

I just got back from Bouchercon yesterday. Like most attendees, I still feel both euphoric (from the friendships and camaraderie) and vaguely ill (from the lack of quality sleep and alcohol consumed), but hey, it wouldn't be Bouchercon if I didn't come home feeling that way. I got a lot of questions about the new book, and the new publisher, and why I left the old one, and here's what I will say: There was zero drama. It was time to try something new, and anyone who's ever left an old job for a new job, or an old relationship for a new relationship will understand - you just know when it's time to venture out and see what else is waiting for you. I moved on with the blessing and support of my old editor (who's not actually old, she's young and accomplished and pretty damned kick-ass, and we're friends and always will be), and found a new editor who's exactly right for me and where I am now. I mean, he loves cats. He took me to a cat cafe during Bouchercon! If that doesn't say MEANT 2 B (just imagine that on a little candy heart), then I don't know what else would.

I won't bore you with a formal write-up of my Bouchercon weekend, because I'm sure if you're reading this you've already seen all the pictures (with descriptions) that I posted on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter. What I will say is that I'm happy. I'm ridiculously blessed. I'm over-the-moon excited to release JAR OF HEARTS, in a way I've never felt before. I'm relieved as hell that this isn't my first novel, because gawd, you stress over everything (and I mean everything) when you're a debut. But I'm still just as motivated and hungry as I was when I started . . . maybe even more so, because I have a much better understanding now of what's possible.

May I always stay hungry.

New York City & ThrillerFest 2017

It felt different this time. Maybe because I haven't been to New York City since having my son (midtown Manhattan isn't the easiest place to bring a small child), or maybe it's because it hit me this past weekend how far I've come, and how much further I still have to go.

By no means am I a veteran author. I was described that way once in an interview and I laughed and laughed. I haven't been around that long, but I'm not new. And after so many years of feeling new, it was both awesome and strange to realize that I'm no longer new. My first writing conference was in 2009. I've been with my (first and only) agent for over seven years. I'm working with my third editor on my fifth book and am writing my sixth. I've switched publishers. I've made good friends. I spent some time at the post-banquet cocktail party on Saturday night talking to a debut author whose first book hasn't even come out yet, and who's struggling a little with her second book (been there, and I totally know how she feels). She thanked me for all my advice. 

Advice? Moi

I remember what it's like to be new. I remember the first time I came to NYC for ThrillerFest, which was my very first conference. I was a bag of nerves, giant stars in my eyes. I knew nobody. Not one person. This was before I got an agent, long before I got a book deal, long before I knew whether this third-revision manuscript called CREEP (there would be three more revisions before I had the balls to send it out) was any good. New York was awe-inspiring and terrifying. Everybody seemed busy, rushing around with important things to do. I stood by the doorway before each panel, hugging the wall, clutching my ThrillerFest bag. I saw a big-name author in the coffee line, another in the bookstore room, and I stared at the backs of their heads, too scared to introduce myself. I waited ten minutes to have Jeffery Deaver sign his newest book for me, and I only got a photo with him because my husband at the time pushed me forward. I came home overwhelmed and exhausted.

And full of want.

This year, I went to the ThrillerFest banquet. This was my sixth ThrillerFest, and only this past weekend did I attend my very first banquet! (I won't even go into the stress of the ordeal of finding a dress for the event). The Grand Hyatt elevator doors opened at Ballroom level, and I was greeted with a wall of noise. I sat at the St. Martin's Press table with my new editor, Keith Kahla, along with a table full of their bestselling authors (Steve Berry, Allison Brennan, Phillip Margolin, and Andrew Gross, ahem). I applauded (probably a little too loudly) for all the award nominees and winners. I sang along with everyone else to the Beatles-inspired medley performed live, honoring Lee Child and his Lifetime Achievement Award. I was surrounded by authors who've stayed the course, and who've paved the way for the rest of us to have a shot at the same life. 

A working writer's life. Which is all I've ever wanted.

Fancy table. Everybody wanted that copy of Riley Sager's new book, FINAL GIRLS.

Fancy table. Everybody wanted that copy of Riley Sager's new book, FINAL GIRLS.

That yummy dessert tasted like dark chocolate Fererro Rocher, and was worth the price of the banquet ticket (which, okay, I didn't have to pay for, but you get the idea).

That yummy dessert tasted like dark chocolate Fererro Rocher, and was worth the price of the banquet ticket (which, okay, I didn't have to pay for, but you get the idea).

Lee Child, author of the Jack Reacher series, accepting his Lifetime Achievement Award.

Lee Child, author of the Jack Reacher series, accepting his Lifetime Achievement Award.

Over the years, I've seen writers come and go. I have writer friends who don't write anymore, for lots of reasons, both personal and professional. I've heard just about every writing scenario you can think of (both the dreams and the nightmares), and if you want to know anything about anybody, it's over dinner and drinks at the bar where you'll get the truth of it, the stuff we don't talk about on Facebook. 

But here's what I can talk about. 

I got to thank my beautiful agent for everything she's done for me, in person.

Me and my agent, Victoria Skurnick, of Levine Greenberg Rostan.

Me and my agent, Victoria Skurnick, of Levine Greenberg Rostan.

I got to visit the Flatiron Building, home of Macmillan Publishing, to meet my editor (finally) along with the publicity and marketing team at St. Martin's Press and Minotaur Books. I got to sit in a giant office filled with amazingly smart people who said, "So. Tell us the story of Jennifer Hillier." (I don't know if the story was exciting, but I tried my best).

The beautiful and historic Flatiron Building.

The beautiful and historic Flatiron Building.

The crazy, amazing, terrifying staircase inside the Flatiron Building that gave me vertigo. My editor assured me that nobody has fallen from here, but I don't know if I believe him . . .

The crazy, amazing, terrifying staircase inside the Flatiron Building that gave me vertigo. My editor assured me that nobody has fallen from here, but I don't know if I believe him . . .

I got to see the view of NYC from the pointy window of Sally Richardson's office (who just happens to be the publisher of St. Martin's Press), and then ride the subway with her back to the Grand Hyatt, where we were both attending the ThrillerFest opening cocktail party. And, because the whole afternoon already felt like something out of a movie, we got on the wrong train and almost got lost (what's a good movie without a twist?).

The incredible view from the top.

The incredible view from the top.

I got to hang out with my new St. Martin's editor, Keith. It was 90% work talk and 10% looking at his cat photos (and if that ratio ever changes to 80/20, that would be completely fine with me).

Me and my editor, Keith, at the banquet. This is his biggest smile (or so he says).

Me and my editor, Keith, at the banquet. This is his biggest smile (or so he says).

I got to have lunch and drinks with both of my previous editors at Simon & Schuster/Gallery Books.

Me and Natasha Simons, my editor at Simon & Schuster/Gallery. I miss working with her, but we're friends, and watching her star continue to rise is a hell of a lot of fun.

Me and Natasha Simons, my editor at Simon & Schuster/Gallery. I miss working with her, but we're friends, and watching her star continue to rise is a hell of a lot of fun.

I got to eat breakfast with author pals Joe Clifford and Ed Aymar, and cheer on the Debut Author Class of 2017, several of whom I'm proud to call friends (including Christina Hoag, KJ Howe, Christina Kovac, and Isabella Maldonado).

A panoramic view of the Debut Author Class of 2017. Who's that in the corner? Why, that's Ed Aymar, managing editor of The Thrill Begins.

A panoramic view of the Debut Author Class of 2017. Who's that in the corner? Why, that's Ed Aymar, managing editor of The Thrill Begins.

As soon as I posted this picture of me and Joe Clifford, my girlfriends back home immediately wanted to know if he was single. Sadly, ladies, he is not.

As soon as I posted this picture of me and Joe Clifford, my girlfriends back home immediately wanted to know if he was single. Sadly, ladies, he is not.

I got to give long-time friend Riley Sager (his pen name) a giant hug, because his new book FINAL GIRLS is pretty much the hot book of the summer (if you think I'm exaggerating, I most definitely am not - he's everywhere right now and I couldn't be prouder!). I also got to hug KJ Howe, who's the executive director of ThrillerFest, and whom I'll always have a soft spot for, because she made my own debut year special back in the day. Kim's now an author in her own right - and a fellow Toronto girl! - with one of the other hot books of the season, THE FREEDOM BROKER. And I got to congratulate Karen Dionne, whose new book, THE MARSH KING'S DAUGHTER is as fabulous as I've heard it was going to be (I'm reading it right now).

What should my hashtag with Kim be from now on? #TorontoGirlsDoItBetter or #TwoHotBlondes? HA!

What should my hashtag with Kim be from now on? #TorontoGirlsDoItBetter or #TwoHotBlondes? HA!

I got to thank author heroes Lisa Gardner and Joe Finder in person (I'll tell you why in a later post).

Me and Lisa Gardner. I was smiling so big when I met her that my face actually hurt.

Me and Lisa Gardner. I was smiling so big when I met her that my face actually hurt.

I got to meet so many new friends I'd only previously interacted with on social media, and make a whole bunch of new ones. Finally getting to meet author Danny Gardner was a treat, because that dude is every bit as cool as I imagined he'd be. It was also great to finally meet agent Michelle Richter, as we share a fondness for cats, and for Ed. (And if I didn't name-check you here, it's because so much of the weekend was a blur and it all went by way too fast! That being said, you are absolutely welcome to punch me when I see you next - just please not in the face).

Christina Hoag and I go way back. We met in a Gotham Writer's workshop in 2009, so meeting her in person for the first time was pretty special. She's part of ITW's Debut Author Class of 2017. Congratulations, Christina!

Christina Hoag and I go way back. We met in a Gotham Writer's workshop in 2009, so meeting her in person for the first time was pretty special. She's part of ITW's Debut Author Class of 2017. Congratulations, Christina!

Oh, and of course I was on a panel discussing muses, phobias, and fears with fellow authors Allen Eskens (moderator), Diane Capri, Nina Laurin, Melissa MacGregorJonelle Patrick, and Kelly Parsons, and somehow we managed to sound awake and funny even though it was 8 a.m. on Saturday morning.

Left to right: Kelly Parsons, Jonelle Patrick, me, Melissa MacGregor, Nina Laurin, Diane Capri, and moderator Allen Eskens. (Photo credit: Nina Laurin)

Left to right: Kelly Parsons, Jonelle Patrick, me, Melissa MacGregor, Nina Laurin, Diane Capri, and moderator Allen Eskens. (Photo credit: Nina Laurin)

(Photo credit: Nina Laurin)

(Photo credit: Nina Laurin)

Last but not least, I got to catch up with New York-based friends (Alex and David), and spend time talking about things that had nothing whatsoever to do with publishing (which is refreshing, and absolutely necessary for my mental health). 

Alex and me. We first met through our blogs back in 2009.

Alex and me. We first met through our blogs back in 2009.

So, I'm glad I'm not new. I'm glad I've been around a little while so I can appreciate how it feels to not be new. I no longer hover outside panels before they start (unfortunately, I don't have time to go to very many anymore), because now there's always someone to wave to, someone to catch up with, someone to hug. It's a blessed, blessed tribe to be a part of. And so much has changed for me in the past eight years. Highs and lows, ups and downs, stops and starts. I'm not new . . . but it still feels like it's just beginning. 

You know what hasn't changed, though? The stars in my eyes. Hopefully they never go away.

Book news!

Finally, finally, finally, I get to tell you my book news! Perfect timing, too - I just finished edits, but I haven't yet moved countries, so I'm still in this little window of time where I can just be excited and joyful and... thrilled.

Incredibly happy to be part of the St. Martin's Press family.

Seattle is my second home

But Toronto is my first love. And I'm thrilled to say that I'll be back there again come the end of May, this time with my little American family. Permanently.

This will be my fifth move in five years - and my fourth move from country to country in the last ten years - and so my anxiety is through the roof. My husband got his permanent residency approved almost a year ago, and if we don't leave soon, it will expire. People like to joke that we're only moving to Canada because of the election results, but we had his "green card" long before that (though the election sure as shit didn't help). Bringing him to Canada after we got married was always the original plan. We just have an extra person coming with us now - our two-year-old son, who'll have dual citizenship.

But I'm glad I moved back to Seattle again for three and half years, even though back in 2011 I thought I never would again. I was born and raised in Toronto, but I became a writer in Seattle. I've grown so damned much over the eight years I've spent here total, and while I know without a doubt that it's time to leave - and for good, this time - it's heartbreaking, too. I've written five books (yes, five, hint hint, with a sixth on the way) and they're all set in Seattle. I've never felt the same creative drive in Toronto as I've felt here in the Pacific Northwest. The only book I wrote in Toronto was THE BUTCHER, but it was still set in Seattle, and I had the idea for it and did all the editing here in the Emerald City.

Will my future books be set in Seattle, too? I honestly don't know. Writers write what moves them, and so I guess we'll just have to wait and see. I do feel like I'm evolving as a writer, so who knows what the next evolution will bring. 

Back to the land of butter tarts, ketchup chips, Timmy's double-doubles, poutine, the Swiss Chalet Festive Special, and Good Fridays as a statutory holiday. There's so much more, of course, but other than family and friends, those are some of the little things I've missed.

What will I miss about the Northwest? The rain, believe it or not. It makes everything smell wonderful and promising, and the trees turn extra green. A small handful of good people I'm lucky enough to call friends. Cuban sandwiches from Un Bien. Flowers from Pike Place market that only cost ten bucks for a giant bouquet and which last for two weeks. The entire Eastside area where my son was born, and where my favorite cat died, and where we all became a family. And of course, my beloved Seahawks, who I'll be cheering from afar. (I'm a 12 for life.)

Goodbye, Seattle. Until we meet again.