Well, I like your writing quite a bit, and would read your memoir.
It's not just what you went and did, but also the intellectual journey -- how did you get to where you are and what were your thoughts and decisions along the way?
When I've thought of writing a memoir, I've thought of 1968, when I was 11. It's not so much what I did that year, but it was such an epochal year for the world. Could I encapsulate it in the life and experiences of an 11 year old Catholic boy in Chicago?
Strange. I really found your post thought-provoking - it sounds like a great way to spend a week, Randy. But the use of the word "baste" catapulted me back to my childhood years and the garments I learned to sew. In the last 40 years I've only used that word in cooking. Pat C
Believe me, the concept of "basting the quilt" (especially as it involved batting) provoked some jokes in our household. However, the online Merriam-Webster dictionary gives as it's top definition: "to sew with long loose stitches in order to hold something in place temporarily." New word for me, even if it's also an old one.
I missed this post until now. Looking at the date, I was probably still sleeping following my return from Kansas City. How is it that so much of what you write resonates so strongly with my own (and pretty much entirely different) experiences
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Thanks, Geri. My experience working on a Worldcon last year left me wondering what it is that those of you who do it over and over again get out of the experience. Sorry to hear that Kansas City was such a trial for you, but I can't imagine how any wall can be so weathered that it doesn't feel the turmoil inevitably swirling around running that nine ring circus. I suppose people do it for egoboo, just like any other fanac, but I suspect being a bit of a masochist is also a requirement.
In any event, it looks like you *are* about to have a good time, so you better get to it.
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It's not just what you went and did, but also the intellectual journey -- how did you get to where you are and what were your thoughts and decisions along the way?
When I've thought of writing a memoir, I've thought of 1968, when I was 11. It's not so much what I did that year, but it was such an epochal year for the world. Could I encapsulate it in the life and experiences of an 11 year old Catholic boy in Chicago?
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In any event, it looks like you *are* about to have a good time, so you better get to it.
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