Norwescon, Day the Last
Sun, Apr. 8th, 2007 10:28 amWell, this weekend wasn't what I expected. I thought, oh sure, I'll commute to the hotel, get things done, see friends, and be responsible all at the same time. Nope, no chance of that happening.
Mainly, this year for the first time I can remember, there was another convention going on in the neighborhood at the same time as Norwescon. That meant that parking was an unprecedented nightmare. I ultimately took a room at the hotel, purely out of self-preservation. In the end, of course, this was a wise choice, but at base it became the most expensive parking cost I've ever incurred.
At this point, on Sunday morning, I can't possibly recount everything that's happened this weekend. I've seen most of the usual suspects, spent a great deal of time at parties, and got to attend several panels that I wasn't on for once. I took the time to do a couple of things I haven't done at this convention before, including going to the StarDance which I enjoyed the hell out of, and which was notable in that a) many of the SLGC folk were there and they can dance like nobody's business, and b) I witnessed the, um, presence and performance of someone who became known as half-naked balloon guy. Really, that's all that need be said there. Spent some time with new people (another thing I rarely do) which was a breath of fresh air. I read at TALEBONES LIVE!, immediately concluding that I'd read entirely the wrong pieces even though one had been specifically requested.
I also got some pleasant news, which is that subject to some revision, it looks like I've sold a story to Orson Scott Card's Intergalactic Medicine Show, an especially nice thing to happen a) during a convention weekend and b) after a 9-month response time. Good things come to those who submit stories . . . and wait.
I have one more program item to participate in, and then I'll be heading back to Seattle. It's been a fine weekend, but I'm ready to be home again.
Special Note: The weekend ends, however, in a way I'm not terribly happy about. It looks as though my laptop has suffered some sort of damage (but then the damn thing has never proven especially sturdy when it comes to travel). The screen is not working and the power light isn't working. At this writing, I'm seated at a hotel computer to catch up on LJ and e-mail. After this, however, I have no idea when I'll be online again. Should anyone need to reach me, the telephone is the best bet. I'll be making an appointment with the Apple Store Genius Bar and hoping like hell the repair cost won't be outrageous. I am concerned, however, about the time reapirs will take, given that I've got story revisions to do. Everything is backed up, but this is a helluva time for the machine to crap out on me.
Mainly, this year for the first time I can remember, there was another convention going on in the neighborhood at the same time as Norwescon. That meant that parking was an unprecedented nightmare. I ultimately took a room at the hotel, purely out of self-preservation. In the end, of course, this was a wise choice, but at base it became the most expensive parking cost I've ever incurred.
At this point, on Sunday morning, I can't possibly recount everything that's happened this weekend. I've seen most of the usual suspects, spent a great deal of time at parties, and got to attend several panels that I wasn't on for once. I took the time to do a couple of things I haven't done at this convention before, including going to the StarDance which I enjoyed the hell out of, and which was notable in that a) many of the SLGC folk were there and they can dance like nobody's business, and b) I witnessed the, um, presence and performance of someone who became known as half-naked balloon guy. Really, that's all that need be said there. Spent some time with new people (another thing I rarely do) which was a breath of fresh air. I read at TALEBONES LIVE!, immediately concluding that I'd read entirely the wrong pieces even though one had been specifically requested.
I also got some pleasant news, which is that subject to some revision, it looks like I've sold a story to Orson Scott Card's Intergalactic Medicine Show, an especially nice thing to happen a) during a convention weekend and b) after a 9-month response time. Good things come to those who submit stories . . . and wait.
I have one more program item to participate in, and then I'll be heading back to Seattle. It's been a fine weekend, but I'm ready to be home again.
Special Note: The weekend ends, however, in a way I'm not terribly happy about. It looks as though my laptop has suffered some sort of damage (but then the damn thing has never proven especially sturdy when it comes to travel). The screen is not working and the power light isn't working. At this writing, I'm seated at a hotel computer to catch up on LJ and e-mail. After this, however, I have no idea when I'll be online again. Should anyone need to reach me, the telephone is the best bet. I'll be making an appointment with the Apple Store Genius Bar and hoping like hell the repair cost won't be outrageous. I am concerned, however, about the time reapirs will take, given that I've got story revisions to do. Everything is backed up, but this is a helluva time for the machine to crap out on me.