I nearly didn’t go to World Con this year. I got sick the Thursday we left. I felt so awful I nearly backed out. But I figured I’d feel worse if I didn’t go, so I sucked down more zinc and dosed myself with aspirin and Tylenol and made Mike drive from Laramie to Denver.
I was supposed to call in for a work meeting at 5 P.M. That’s about when we arrived. So while on the shuttle bus from the parking lot to the airport I called in to tell them I really couldn’t meet with them. I found out at that point that my boss couldn’t make the meeting, and I was the only one who knew what was going on. This meant that all through the security line I was on my cell phone talking people into doing the right thing – something they should have done over a year ago. I was successful. It’s one of the reasons why they pay me the big bucks.
We arrived in Boston around 12:30 AM, checked in with only minor hassles, and collapsed.
Friday I spent much of the day with my good friend C. We chatted and laughed and talked and ate *really* good sushi (kobe beef sushi. . .yummm) and laughed and snarked and talked and . . . you get the picture. She wasn’t attending the con this year – her writing has been on hold for a while, due to RL issues, and so she didn’t really want to go. She did make the trip to see me though, which I appreciated muchly. Then I went back to the room and collapsed.
Friday night I went out to dinner with Mike and casacorona and James Patrick Kelly – who I’d never met before. He’s a lovely man. I had to rush out just after I’d finished eating though – to attend the Chesleys! Alas, my cover didn’t win. But Todd Lockwood won many awards – Jim Frenkle (who was the MC) made a joke about calling it the Lockwoods next year. Oh – and Irene Gallo won the best art director award, which makes me happy.
I wandered in and out of the Tor party, as well as whatever was happening in the SFWA suite, but I still wasn’t feeling 100% and I needed to crash. So I did.
Saturday was my eating day. Saturday morning was breakfast with obadiah, then meeting up with Mike for a signing, then lunch with the lovely C (a different C, but still lovely) then drinks with dianora2, then the Roc reception, where I brought lavender chocolate that people seemed to like (^_^) Dinner was then with a group of friends before going to the Hugos, where I met up with zyxwvut. It was so neat to see jaylake win the Campbell. Maybe some year I’ll be up there. . .::sigh::
I didn’t go to any parties Saturday night – just went back to the room and collapsed.
Sunday I had breakfast with my agent, then I wandered around a bit. I went to a panel on “Exotic Mythologies” – basically, using non-Western myths – where I heckled from the audience. After the panel, a woman came up to me and let me know that she’d illustrated something from Paper Mage and that it was in the art show. Didn’t know what to say – at that point I had to run to meet up with my editor. So I thanked her, told her I’d go see it, and took off.
Met up with the editor – she wants more revisions for the new novel (which is now called The Jaguar and the Wolf.) The revisions don’t look too bad. I tried to get into the art show afterward, but it was closed at that point.
I had a reading in the SFF suite later that afternoon. Brought in more chocolate, which was appreciated. Saw zyxwvut and zahraa and ferragus and others. After my reading, went down to Mike’s reading, then out to dinner with a huge crew. Some of the people were from Mike’s Clarion class, some were from mine, and some were from this year’s graduating class. It was good to meet with them.
Spent Sunday night in the Sheraton bar. Though I wasn’t really drinking, the conversation did end up getting, well, raunchy. I blame David Coe. (^_^) I had had a chance to go see the artwork a fan had done for my novel – it kind of weirded me out. Nice, but really freaky. The conversation meandered to fanfic. I’m on LJ – and I’ve done a lot of poking around. You name the show, chances are, there’s fanfic. And slash. And really kinky!Wrong!cracktrailer and daddy!kink and twin!cest and . . . these people just hadn’t heard of it. ::snerk:: Of course, from there, we started talking about hallucinogenic mushrooms and deer-killing lichen and Cthulhu butt plugs and, well, you get the picture.
Monday was fabulous. I spent a couple hours in the morning going through the Japanese novel (working title, A Sword’s Poem) with my Clarion classmate Alex. We went through my idea, delved into it, and wrote it out, chapter by chapter, coming up with major plot points and turning points and metaphors and themes. It was a great exercise for me. I think this book is going to be much more heavily plotted than the other books I’ve done. Still very character driven, but with more plot. I had planned on going to the “Hard Fantasy” panel, but it didn’t happen. Going through the novel was more important.
I spent most of the afternoon hanging out with Mike, eating and drinking and talking a little. The flight home was uneventful, as was the drive home, despite the late hour – we didn’t arrive home until about 1:30 A.M.
So that was my WorldCon – an adventure, to be sure. I’m looking forward to World Fantasy. And to sleeping. Lots and lots of sleeping.