September 1st, 2007


WorldCon 2

I don't want to get too far behind on this, but it's difficult. At the end of the day, I'm pretty much blithering. It's no so much jet lag at this point--although I'm still waking up at 6, if not bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, at least unable to lie still in the dark any longer. Communications overload? Word deficit? Whatever the reason, all I've been good for was a murder mystery and falling over.

My current WorldCon score is: 3 panels, a reading, an autograph session, and presenting the Hugo for Semi-prozine down. 2 panels and a kaffeeklatsch to go.
It's morning now, and a while until my first panel, so I'll give you Collapse )

I am going to try very hard to write up yesterday this afternoon. Soon, soon, we'll be on the road and webless until Kyoto. I'll miss the hotel--Ellen doesn't ever want to leave the silky cotton nightshirts and the broadband and the luxurious bathroom. But we're really looking forward to trees and mountains and sea and only having to deal with a few people at a time. I'm a very gregarious introvert, but I am an introvert all the same. Cons are wonderful fun, and then they're not so much. I'm beginning to reach the not so much part of this one a little earlier than I usually do. I think it must be the strain of the language difference and practicalities being just a little harder to deal with here.

Plus, I'm getting yintsy about my book. It's not going to write itself while I'm not looking, you know.