Just returned from Eastercon. Exhausting drive in rain/snow and holiday traffic; I really should have taken the train. Oh well, I'm back now, and the cats are happy. (Or at least Major Tom is; Earl Grey, the five-year-old, just stared at me with this face saying, "Oh, you're back? Well, make yourself useful and feed me!" Major, the seventeen-year-old, gave me some proper cat-love...)
The con itself was good if not great. I was hoping to connect with some folks I never got to see, but then I met some others who proved really nice. I attended a few good panels and moderated one for the first time ever--and apparently it wasn't a disaster.
Here I am, pretending to know what I'm doing (I'm on the left):

And here's my relieved face after the panel (with panelists Adrian Tchaikovsky, Justina Robson and Micah Yongo):

Now I need to recharge and get back to the novel. At least I feel motivated and more upbeat about it. Got some excellent comments from Ricepaper friends :) and good encouragement from the agent to trust myself and stop second-guessing my every move... I'm planning to dive back in tomorrow, before the weasels get me again!
The con itself was good if not great. I was hoping to connect with some folks I never got to see, but then I met some others who proved really nice. I attended a few good panels and moderated one for the first time ever--and apparently it wasn't a disaster.
Here I am, pretending to know what I'm doing (I'm on the left):

And here's my relieved face after the panel (with panelists Adrian Tchaikovsky, Justina Robson and Micah Yongo):

Now I need to recharge and get back to the novel. At least I feel motivated and more upbeat about it. Got some excellent comments from Ricepaper friends :) and good encouragement from the agent to trust myself and stop second-guessing my every move... I'm planning to dive back in tomorrow, before the weasels get me again!