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On the Other Side
Apr. 12th, 2009 09:01 pmOf Swancon, this is.
I was working Thursday, so didn't go to the con until Friday morning, then stayed that night and Saturday night. The convention still has tonight and tomorrow to run but I'm tired and crowded out [weary of crowds], so decided to go home. For the most part, I had a good time and caught up with a great many people, whose names I may or may not remember next time we meet, such as the person I fell on while playing Quidditch.
I was on two panels [Writing Horror and Books enjoyed as a child which I still enjoy] and hope that my performance did not entirely suck. I intend to get around the problem of belatedly thinking, "Why didn't I say that?" by posting my revised notes under a cut sometime later.
I also attended two book launches, including that of New Ceres Nights in which I have a story, featuring the editors in full 1700s fashion, fudge and cakes. The other launch was for Jenny Blackford's The Priestess and the Slave featuring anachronistic ouzo and baklava. Both books await future perusal as I'm currently busy reading Claudia Gray's Evernight which I'll get around to reviewing at some point soon but won't spoiler except to say, yeah, it is way better than Twilight!
The Masquerade was amazing with some wonderful costumes, even though the flashing lights drove me out fairly early for fear of triggering another migraine! I also had a stimulating game of Illuminati (Friday night) in which the Gnomes of Zurich tragically lost too much money to achieve victory.
There'll be more about the con as things occur to me and as I get more sleep, though I'm aware I'm doing better in that department than anyone still at the con. I think the committee did a great job and any dissatisfactions I had were very small and insignificant indeed.
I think my pet rats were glad to see me. Everyone was sleeping in the hammocks when I got home except for Charles Wallace, who was within reach on the upper level and half-woke to find himself seized and cuddled for some reason unknown to him.
I was working Thursday, so didn't go to the con until Friday morning, then stayed that night and Saturday night. The convention still has tonight and tomorrow to run but I'm tired and crowded out [weary of crowds], so decided to go home. For the most part, I had a good time and caught up with a great many people, whose names I may or may not remember next time we meet, such as the person I fell on while playing Quidditch.
I was on two panels [Writing Horror and Books enjoyed as a child which I still enjoy] and hope that my performance did not entirely suck. I intend to get around the problem of belatedly thinking, "Why didn't I say that?" by posting my revised notes under a cut sometime later.
I also attended two book launches, including that of New Ceres Nights in which I have a story, featuring the editors in full 1700s fashion, fudge and cakes. The other launch was for Jenny Blackford's The Priestess and the Slave featuring anachronistic ouzo and baklava. Both books await future perusal as I'm currently busy reading Claudia Gray's Evernight which I'll get around to reviewing at some point soon but won't spoiler except to say, yeah, it is way better than Twilight!
The Masquerade was amazing with some wonderful costumes, even though the flashing lights drove me out fairly early for fear of triggering another migraine! I also had a stimulating game of Illuminati (Friday night) in which the Gnomes of Zurich tragically lost too much money to achieve victory.
There'll be more about the con as things occur to me and as I get more sleep, though I'm aware I'm doing better in that department than anyone still at the con. I think the committee did a great job and any dissatisfactions I had were very small and insignificant indeed.
I think my pet rats were glad to see me. Everyone was sleeping in the hammocks when I got home except for Charles Wallace, who was within reach on the upper level and half-woke to find himself seized and cuddled for some reason unknown to him.