I love WisCon. I draw sparkly shiny hearts all around it. I have no voice and am exhausted and frazzled and I never want it to end. *sigh*
Seriously. These are my people. Though I’m in such a better emotional space this WisCon than I was last year, I still needed the emotional support I’ve gotten here, a pick-me-up, as it were.…
I think I’ve come down with a much milder form than most people. Either that, or my body is reacting in its normal fashion — 95% of the time when I do catch something that’s going around, I’m sick half as long as everyone else.…
In my unending quest* to be one of the cool kids, I decided to succumb to the plague bothering many of the WisCon participants. Really not fun. I had a lovely con and wrote 1200 words on the plane home but am going back to bed now.…
Another WisCon has come and gone. It was a marvelous convention for me. I thought I’d actually try to do some kind of con report this time. However, after I started I realized that it was merely a list of wonderful people I’d met and ate with and chatted with and flirted with .…
Yesterday’s writing prompt almost produced something — the prompt was “Dubious Intentions.” I kind of am sorry that it came up on a day when I was feeling so bleh. I might take it and do something that actually works at some point.…