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mistymasseyToday in 1678, the Godiva procession through Coventry began. Ooh, now I want chocolate...
ConCarolinas is over, and I am pleased and sleepy. Friday I made it to the hotel and checked in with Guest Services, aquiring my name tag and losing my con schedule to my teenager at the same time. Luckily ConCarolinas prints one's schedule, along with the room locations, on the back of one's name tag, because they know we can't keep up with our heads if they weren't tacked on. The only way that could be improved would be if they somehow attach one of those flashing buzzers restaurants use to let you know your table's ready, so you know when your panel is starting.
My first panel was about Lost, during which we chatted happily about who we liked and whether Ben was truly evil or somehow redeemable and what we thought might happen in the final season. I had a two-hour break, so I quickly set up my bookselling table, said hi to Gail (my table buddy) and then wandered across the boardwalk that spanned the artificial lake behind the hotel to go find some dinner. We ate at a decent seafood place, then returned to the hotel for my three-hour back-to-back panel marathon. First was Steampunk, during which we discussed the rise of steampunk as a genre and our recommendations of media for people to enjoy. Next was Young Adult Literature, which was fun but could have been better if only one audience member hadn't decided the panel was all about her. It happens, and you hate to be rude, but many times we were forced to interrupt her to drag the discussion back to topic. Add to that the extreme cold of the room (my goodness, you could have kept ice cream hard in there!) and soon I was verging on miserable. The last panel was Sidekicks, moderated by my friend Ed Schubert, whom I finagled into sitting next to me so I could lean on him and steal his warmth for my own. Strangely enough, he didn't seem to mind at all. *grin*
After that we retired to the wee-teensy hotel bar (with those awful, uncomfortable bar stools that imply the hotel really wants you to take your ass to bed, thanks) to have a drink and relax for a while. I was fortunate to chat with Katherine Kurtz, who was the writing guest of honor. I was a Camber fan from waaaaay back, but I managed to not squeal like an idiot in front of her. I also met A J Hartley, who seemed a bit quiet on Friday night but proved himself a wild and crazy guy by Saturday. *grin* I'd have stayed longer, but I had a 9 am panel with the Buccaneers of the Atlantic Coast the next morning, so I knew I needed to go grab a bit of sleep.
ConCarolinas is over, and I am pleased and sleepy. Friday I made it to the hotel and checked in with Guest Services, aquiring my name tag and losing my con schedule to my teenager at the same time. Luckily ConCarolinas prints one's schedule, along with the room locations, on the back of one's name tag, because they know we can't keep up with our heads if they weren't tacked on. The only way that could be improved would be if they somehow attach one of those flashing buzzers restaurants use to let you know your table's ready, so you know when your panel is starting.
My first panel was about Lost, during which we chatted happily about who we liked and whether Ben was truly evil or somehow redeemable and what we thought might happen in the final season. I had a two-hour break, so I quickly set up my bookselling table, said hi to Gail (my table buddy) and then wandered across the boardwalk that spanned the artificial lake behind the hotel to go find some dinner. We ate at a decent seafood place, then returned to the hotel for my three-hour back-to-back panel marathon. First was Steampunk, during which we discussed the rise of steampunk as a genre and our recommendations of media for people to enjoy. Next was Young Adult Literature, which was fun but could have been better if only one audience member hadn't decided the panel was all about her. It happens, and you hate to be rude, but many times we were forced to interrupt her to drag the discussion back to topic. Add to that the extreme cold of the room (my goodness, you could have kept ice cream hard in there!) and soon I was verging on miserable. The last panel was Sidekicks, moderated by my friend Ed Schubert, whom I finagled into sitting next to me so I could lean on him and steal his warmth for my own. Strangely enough, he didn't seem to mind at all. *grin*
After that we retired to the wee-teensy hotel bar (with those awful, uncomfortable bar stools that imply the hotel really wants you to take your ass to bed, thanks) to have a drink and relax for a while. I was fortunate to chat with Katherine Kurtz, who was the writing guest of honor. I was a Camber fan from waaaaay back, but I managed to not squeal like an idiot in front of her. I also met A J Hartley, who seemed a bit quiet on Friday night but proved himself a wild and crazy guy by Saturday. *grin* I'd have stayed longer, but I had a 9 am panel with the Buccaneers of the Atlantic Coast the next morning, so I knew I needed to go grab a bit of sleep.
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Date: 2009-06-01 12:03 am (UTC)Katherine Kurtz is one of my all-time favorites. I really do need to pick up her new Childe Morgan set of Deryni books.
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Date: 2009-06-01 12:53 am (UTC)(next year can we please suggest they don't schedule Pirats at the crack of early?)
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Date: 2009-06-01 02:34 am (UTC)It was a fun weekend. I enjoyed the panels I saw you in - and thanks for the dance link!
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Date: 2009-06-01 02:43 am (UTC)It was nice to finally meeting you and Faith after writing to you both and visiting here and Magical Words.
And meeting beatrizwench, the Head Minion, it was also very nice to meet you also.
I had a great time at the con.
Wayne