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What can I tell you about Anticipation?
Thursday, August 13th, 2009 08:43 amWorldCon is a pocket universe, the memories of which quickly blur, while the repercussions dog one for months.
Let's see...Steve and I had a reading with Daniel Dern on Friday morning at 9 a.m. We expected to spend that early hour catching up with Daniel and drinking coffee. Instead, we read to a gratifyingly full room -- Daniel treated us to several fairy tales and some limericks; I read the first chapter of Carousel Tides and Steve confounded everyone with the scavage chapter from Fledgling. After, we had time for a brief Q&A and, as far as I could tell, everybody left happy.
Before that, on Thursday, Steve and I were empanelled with the Kollin brothers -- Dani and Eytan -- to discuss Collaboration, How We Do It. It was a lively panel, though I'm not sure how informative for the audience, and was again very well attended.
What else? Ah. Aunts in Space. There's apparently a great deal of interest in this issue, and I hope that some other convention will pick it up and allow it to be given the scrutiny it apparently needs. Alas, I walked into one of the larger meeting rooms, which was standing room only, to find only two of the four panelists on-board, myself (the moderator) and the excellent![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
malkingrey. Kathy Sullivan is a hero of the revolution, allowing me to draft her out of the audience at a heartbeat's notice to get us up to three discussants. Even so, the question was thrown out to the audience, which contained many knowledgeable people with opinions, and we spent a fraught (for the moderator; I hope not for others) hour trading favorite aunts and the books in which they live, and trying to get our teeth into what kinds of Aunt stories particular readers feel are missing from the fabric of SF.
Because of Conditions, I did, in my capacity as moderator, cut the official discussion off at one hour, though it had been scheduled for an hour and a half. It is, I think, a testimony to the interest people have in this topic that many stayed afterward to continue the discussion among themselves.
Sometime later in the con -- and I don't actually remember when -- I was moderator of a panel discussing Kick-Butt Heroines. Again, a lot of audience participation in a room set up in a hollow-square, rather than the usual table at the front facing auditorium lines of chairs. I think it worked well, though I am. . .somewhat nonplussed to be scolded (gently) for having opinions formed by my life experience. I expect that I'm on the edge of becoming non-useful in discussions of kick-buttness, as women now proceed to the next level of consciousness.
On Sunday, cleverly scheduled right before lunch, was Food for Writers.jonsinger moderated, with myself, malkingrey and Allison Sinclair trying to keep up. Happily, Steve and I met arcaedia immediately after, and dined well at Boris Bistro.
At some point late Sunday, I was on an Avatar panel with Cynthia Huckle, Madeline Ashby and Nora Jemison. The panel was in the Children's Area, where no adult dared to go, so we had a wide-ranging discussion with one of the panelist's husband, Liam and his brother, whose name I don't believe I got, and, later, Corwin. The moderator called the panel early, and I went down the hall to the in-progress Baen Traveling Slideshow, to sit with Steve. Alas, Jim Minz saw me come in and proceeded to embarrass me by calling for an extemporaneous talk about Fledgling and Saltation. I believe I made sense, but it's often hard to tell from behind the mike.
Saturday at 9 a.m., I joined Mindy Klasky, Patrick Lundrigen and two new writers to critique their works in progress. That was a dynamic session and I think everybody in the room learned Valuable Writer Foo Stuff, which counts as a success. Kudos tobirdhousefrog for organizing the Workshop Track, a huge task that she acquitted with both honor and humor.
Beside the lovely lunch witharacaedia, we had a relaxing dinner with Myles and Nancy at an Italian restaurant with a bilingual menu (Italian and French); an a leisurely dinner with the Baen Crowd. The Friends of Liad Breakfast was very well attended this year -- we got a head count of 23; far surpassing my guess-for-reservation-purposes of twelve. Our waitress, Thuy, managed us all handily.
As with any WorldCon, there were people we wanted to meet that we missed, and people we hadn't seen in Forever who we finally got a chance to chat with. Because we were so lightly scheduled (in terms of other cons and WorldCons), I came home relaxed rather then exhausted, which I could very much get used to.
It was a slightly expensive trip with regard to Personal Belongings -- my moonstone-and-triple-moon pendant lost its clasp, the back fell off of my tree-and-dragon pin, and! my lovely lightweight black slacks acquired a hole. Repairs on order.
In sum, a good and relaxing time was had by the Lee Contingent, and I'm glad I went to WorldCon this year.
And, now, if you'll excuse me, I have a ton of work to do.
Let's see...Steve and I had a reading with Daniel Dern on Friday morning at 9 a.m. We expected to spend that early hour catching up with Daniel and drinking coffee. Instead, we read to a gratifyingly full room -- Daniel treated us to several fairy tales and some limericks; I read the first chapter of Carousel Tides and Steve confounded everyone with the scavage chapter from Fledgling. After, we had time for a brief Q&A and, as far as I could tell, everybody left happy.
Before that, on Thursday, Steve and I were empanelled with the Kollin brothers -- Dani and Eytan -- to discuss Collaboration, How We Do It. It was a lively panel, though I'm not sure how informative for the audience, and was again very well attended.
What else? Ah. Aunts in Space. There's apparently a great deal of interest in this issue, and I hope that some other convention will pick it up and allow it to be given the scrutiny it apparently needs. Alas, I walked into one of the larger meeting rooms, which was standing room only, to find only two of the four panelists on-board, myself (the moderator) and the excellent
malkingrey. Kathy Sullivan is a hero of the revolution, allowing me to draft her out of the audience at a heartbeat's notice to get us up to three discussants. Even so, the question was thrown out to the audience, which contained many knowledgeable people with opinions, and we spent a fraught (for the moderator; I hope not for others) hour trading favorite aunts and the books in which they live, and trying to get our teeth into what kinds of Aunt stories particular readers feel are missing from the fabric of SF.Because of Conditions, I did, in my capacity as moderator, cut the official discussion off at one hour, though it had been scheduled for an hour and a half. It is, I think, a testimony to the interest people have in this topic that many stayed afterward to continue the discussion among themselves.
Sometime later in the con -- and I don't actually remember when -- I was moderator of a panel discussing Kick-Butt Heroines. Again, a lot of audience participation in a room set up in a hollow-square, rather than the usual table at the front facing auditorium lines of chairs. I think it worked well, though I am. . .somewhat nonplussed to be scolded (gently) for having opinions formed by my life experience. I expect that I'm on the edge of becoming non-useful in discussions of kick-buttness, as women now proceed to the next level of consciousness.
On Sunday, cleverly scheduled right before lunch, was Food for Writers.
jonsinger moderated, with myself, malkingrey and Allison Sinclair trying to keep up. Happily, Steve and I met arcaedia immediately after, and dined well at Boris Bistro.At some point late Sunday, I was on an Avatar panel with Cynthia Huckle, Madeline Ashby and Nora Jemison. The panel was in the Children's Area, where no adult dared to go, so we had a wide-ranging discussion with one of the panelist's husband, Liam and his brother, whose name I don't believe I got, and, later, Corwin. The moderator called the panel early, and I went down the hall to the in-progress Baen Traveling Slideshow, to sit with Steve. Alas, Jim Minz saw me come in and proceeded to embarrass me by calling for an extemporaneous talk about Fledgling and Saltation. I believe I made sense, but it's often hard to tell from behind the mike.
Saturday at 9 a.m., I joined Mindy Klasky, Patrick Lundrigen and two new writers to critique their works in progress. That was a dynamic session and I think everybody in the room learned Valuable Writer Foo Stuff, which counts as a success. Kudos to
birdhousefrog for organizing the Workshop Track, a huge task that she acquitted with both honor and humor.Beside the lovely lunch with
aracaedia, we had a relaxing dinner with Myles and Nancy at an Italian restaurant with a bilingual menu (Italian and French); an a leisurely dinner with the Baen Crowd. The Friends of Liad Breakfast was very well attended this year -- we got a head count of 23; far surpassing my guess-for-reservation-purposes of twelve. Our waitress, Thuy, managed us all handily. As with any WorldCon, there were people we wanted to meet that we missed, and people we hadn't seen in Forever who we finally got a chance to chat with. Because we were so lightly scheduled (in terms of other cons and WorldCons), I came home relaxed rather then exhausted, which I could very much get used to.
It was a slightly expensive trip with regard to Personal Belongings -- my moonstone-and-triple-moon pendant lost its clasp, the back fell off of my tree-and-dragon pin, and! my lovely lightweight black slacks acquired a hole. Repairs on order.
In sum, a good and relaxing time was had by the Lee Contingent, and I'm glad I went to WorldCon this year.
And, now, if you'll excuse me, I have a ton of work to do.
