The Convention In Wisconsin
AKA "WisCon."
As promised, I spent most of my time at the Small Beer Press table, and as promised it was a very pleasant way to spend the con, if a bit chilly at times. (They were blasting the A/C in there; I dunno why.) I managed to slip away to see the Fowler/DeNiro/Russell/Goto and Butner/Valentine/Rowe/Bond readings, both of which were great, but that's pretty much all the programming I was able to get to. I was particularly sorry to have missed so many readings, and the Strange Horizons tea party. Friday night was karaoke, wherein I performed a bit of Garth Brooks and a bit of the Cars and enjoyed renditions of "Roll a d6" (by Rosenbaum/Moles/El-Mohtar) and "The Rainbow Connection" (by Cohen/DeNiro et al). I crashed out early on Saturday after spending the evening with my super-agent, who has now read--and likes!--my recently completed novel. Sunday night I floomped. This involved wearing an embroidered top and a skirt. (I found the former to be somewhat unflattering, but the latter surprisingly comfy. I was told that this was the ensemble of a churchy girl who was looking to get a bit wayward.) It also involved ALL THE DANCING. There has long been an effort to put on a decent dance party at WisCon, and this one succeeded beyond all expectations, I think.
I managed to spend quality time with many wonderful people, most particularly Genevieve Valentine (go buy her book), who volunteered to help out a bit behind the table and ended up spending nearly as much time there as I did. As usual, of course, there were others whom I barely saw, or didn't even manage to say hello to. And then there were some of you who committed the nearly unforgivable crime of not being there! Next year you should come and attend the reading I am planning to do with Alice S. Kim and Anthony Ha, entitled "We Didn't Read Last Year, Did You Miss Us?"
As promised, I spent most of my time at the Small Beer Press table, and as promised it was a very pleasant way to spend the con, if a bit chilly at times. (They were blasting the A/C in there; I dunno why.) I managed to slip away to see the Fowler/DeNiro/Russell/Goto and Butner/Valentine/Rowe/Bond readings, both of which were great, but that's pretty much all the programming I was able to get to. I was particularly sorry to have missed so many readings, and the Strange Horizons tea party. Friday night was karaoke, wherein I performed a bit of Garth Brooks and a bit of the Cars and enjoyed renditions of "Roll a d6" (by Rosenbaum/Moles/El-Mohtar) and "The Rainbow Connection" (by Cohen/DeNiro et al). I crashed out early on Saturday after spending the evening with my super-agent, who has now read--and likes!--my recently completed novel. Sunday night I floomped. This involved wearing an embroidered top and a skirt. (I found the former to be somewhat unflattering, but the latter surprisingly comfy. I was told that this was the ensemble of a churchy girl who was looking to get a bit wayward.) It also involved ALL THE DANCING. There has long been an effort to put on a decent dance party at WisCon, and this one succeeded beyond all expectations, I think.
I managed to spend quality time with many wonderful people, most particularly Genevieve Valentine (go buy her book), who volunteered to help out a bit behind the table and ended up spending nearly as much time there as I did. As usual, of course, there were others whom I barely saw, or didn't even manage to say hello to. And then there were some of you who committed the nearly unforgivable crime of not being there! Next year you should come and attend the reading I am planning to do with Alice S. Kim and Anthony Ha, entitled "We Didn't Read Last Year, Did You Miss Us?"