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nonionayNorwescon was a good one, despite eternally broken elevators, and a mysterious stomach bug on my part that manifested as a constant, low-grade queasiness and lack of appetite. However, this meant that I avoided caffeine and alcohol the whole time, made sure I got a relatively sufficient amount of sleep, and actually was more alert than 90% of the other attendees, who undoubtedly despised my early morning perk.
In an alternate universe--not necessarily a better one--I would have finished my sword-and-sorcery-meets-urban-fantasy novel that editor Lou Anders inspired, and then pitched it to him when I rode/waited forever for the elevator. But in this universe, I didn't finish it, and in any case, it was early and he was grumbling about breakfast and panels and such with his family.
In other news, my reading went well. There were nine of us, with five minutes to read for each. I made a point to go last, since I had friends who had panels at the same time, but wanted to try to escape in time to hear me, but even though we'd budgeted an hour and a half for the reading, everyone stuck scrupulously to their five minutes, and we ended early. Still, there were many friends in the audience, and complete stranger, who came up afterwards to compliment me. Not to discount myself, but I kind of wonder if they weren't unduly influenced by my fishnet-clad legs. I'm thinking I might need to change my look from long, shiny skirts, to funky tights.
In an alternate universe--not necessarily a better one--I would have finished my sword-and-sorcery-meets-urban-fantasy novel that editor Lou Anders inspired, and then pitched it to him when I rode/waited forever for the elevator. But in this universe, I didn't finish it, and in any case, it was early and he was grumbling about breakfast and panels and such with his family.
In other news, my reading went well. There were nine of us, with five minutes to read for each. I made a point to go last, since I had friends who had panels at the same time, but wanted to try to escape in time to hear me, but even though we'd budgeted an hour and a half for the reading, everyone stuck scrupulously to their five minutes, and we ended early. Still, there were many friends in the audience, and complete stranger, who came up afterwards to compliment me. Not to discount myself, but I kind of wonder if they weren't unduly influenced by my fishnet-clad legs. I'm thinking I might need to change my look from long, shiny skirts, to funky tights.
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