What I Learned at Fencon, and Other Tales
This being a somewhat disjointed and random account of my weekend at Fencon...
First, some words of wisdom:
Children under five, not recommended to eat!
Tapioca ball must chew before swallow!
It was really nice to go to a small regional con and actually get to meet and talk to some of the people I could only admire from afar at a madhouse like DragonCon. (That would be Jim Butcher, his wife Shannon, Heather Alexander, and the Brobdingnagian Bards.) (I was quite taken with Heather Alexander; autographedcat, why don't we book her for GaFilk?) (Not this year, she's busy; I asked.)
Art Show: I sold only one print this year, but at least it was a big one.
The size of my ego: after the Masquerade, a preteen-ish girl came up and asked me for my autograph! My goodness. Then we went party-hopping, with me still in costume, and people kept applauding every time I walked into a room.
I've decided I need to stop competing in the Masquerade and graduate to volunteering, maybe to run a panel, or as a judge or something. If only to keep the ego down to a manageable size.
Wish I'd gotten in more filking. Ditto on sleeping--too bad those two are mutually exclusive! Double ditto on time with friends--to paraphrase mastacool, I saw a lot of people, but didn't manage to spend time with most of them.
Another thought for next year: host a pizza party or something so we can order food in, rather than go through the cat-herding that results from "organizing" a big group to go out for a meal. We did manage one big group dinner and a big group brunch, which was lovely, if hectic.
Thanks to tygerr and cawingcrow for my birthday presents! Note to self: bake something deadly chocolate soonish.
Pictures here!
First, some words of wisdom:
Children under five, not recommended to eat!
Tapioca ball must chew before swallow!
It was really nice to go to a small regional con and actually get to meet and talk to some of the people I could only admire from afar at a madhouse like DragonCon. (That would be Jim Butcher, his wife Shannon, Heather Alexander, and the Brobdingnagian Bards.) (I was quite taken with Heather Alexander; autographedcat, why don't we book her for GaFilk?) (Not this year, she's busy; I asked.)
Art Show: I sold only one print this year, but at least it was a big one.
The size of my ego: after the Masquerade, a preteen-ish girl came up and asked me for my autograph! My goodness. Then we went party-hopping, with me still in costume, and people kept applauding every time I walked into a room.
I've decided I need to stop competing in the Masquerade and graduate to volunteering, maybe to run a panel, or as a judge or something. If only to keep the ego down to a manageable size.
Wish I'd gotten in more filking. Ditto on sleeping--too bad those two are mutually exclusive! Double ditto on time with friends--to paraphrase mastacool, I saw a lot of people, but didn't manage to spend time with most of them.
Another thought for next year: host a pizza party or something so we can order food in, rather than go through the cat-herding that results from "organizing" a big group to go out for a meal. We did manage one big group dinner and a big group brunch, which was lovely, if hectic.
Thanks to tygerr and cawingcrow for my birthday presents! Note to self: bake something deadly chocolate soonish.
Pictures here!