I don't have a pet beaver.

[mosca]

I'm still in Atlanta, but writercon is over. Which is sad, because it was so much fun I'm pretty sure I'm going to wake up from the dream of awesomeness at any moment, but also happy, because I am socially and physically exhausted, and I have lost my voice almost entirely. I've friended a bunch of people who I got to know here, although I have probably forgotten people that I should have friended, because I met 200 fangirls (and seven fanboys) this weekend and my brain is currently made of pretzels and tequila. Since several people seemed interested in recaps of my panels and writing workshop, I will try to post what I remember sometime this week -- not now, because I get this extra shiny weekday to be a tourist in Atlanta. Nobody recorded my dramatic reading of "Camp As a Row of Little Pink Tents," but it did bring the house down, so I will try to figure out how to phone post it. Maybe. If I have time and my voice comes back.

Some things I have learned this weekend:

- Getting stuck in an elevator and having asthma don't mix.
- Somebody reads my fanfic.
- All of the cool people are outside, smoking.
- You can write really hot femslash about anal fisting. You can also write really hot femslash about a kiss. Most importantly, you can write really hot Barbara Walters/Star Jones/Joy Behar voyeurism femslash.
- Most people are cooler in real life than they are on LJ.
- It is possible to pimp people into your new shiny fandom by explaining, "They're all gay ALREADY. It's the perfect fandom."
- Evan Lysacek is so totally doing Chad Michael Murray.
- RPS? It's all one fandom. Because they're all real.
- I am nicer than I think I am.
- Sitting on an erotica panel in front of several hundred people is incredibly scary, but not as scary as you might think.
- It's always hotter the second time.