ConTemporal, day 2
Going to a local SF convention on a work day is an odd thing indeed. I got up early after very little sleep so I could work, exercise, and have lunch. I did a long work phone meeting in the car on the way to con.
My first event at the con itself was a reading. One person I didn't know showed up, as did three friends. I read the first two chapters of No Going Back and answered questions from the person I didn't know.
On the way out of the panel, I ran into Sam Montgomery-Blinn, editor of the SF magazine Bull Spec and general advocate of and for the local SF scene. I foolishly posed wearing his odd metal Bull Spec glasses.
I have never looked more like a fat, demented, freakishly short-armed dwarf than in this photo. Wow.
I spent the next couple of hours working in a friend's room, time that helped me catch up a bit, and then I was on back-to-back panels. The first addressed the author/editor relationship, while the second covered revising to make a sale. Both audiences were very small--only four people I did not know--but my fellow panelists and I did our best to be entertaining and answer all questions.
The rest of the evening went to dinner and work, as one might expect.
Tomorrow, I hope to get to see a bit more of the con, though I also have four straight hours of panels.
4 comments:
"I have never looked more like a fat, demented, freakishly short-armed dwarf than in this photo."
Don't be so hard on yourself! You've totally looked more like a fat, demented, freakishly short-armed dwarf than this!
Thanks, Kyle. I feel the love.
We fat, demented, freakishly short-armed dwarf should stick together.
Thanks for the support, John, though I've also never thought of you that way.
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