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Sunday, November 22nd, 2009 07:44 pmMy goodness, where did the weekend go?
Saturday -- early haircuts, then breakfast at Tim Horton's, a stop at the auto supply store for a replacement headlight, then the grocery store, and home. Only got a couple pages written on Ghost Ship, not sure why -- oh. Because I was starting work on my presentation for the panel I'm on in February at the day-job.
Academic panels are not the same as science fiction convention panels. In the latter, four-to-six of us are gathered 'round a table, and provided with a topic, which we proceed to argue about for an hour. The result is, at best, lively and informative (and, at worst, a complete hash), and if any one panelist decides to hold forth for 15 minutes altogether, his fellows pummel him with the microphone.
The academic panels I've seen seat four-to-six panelists, and they take turns speaking on their topic (or their particular take on the Ubertopic) for 15 to 20 minutes, with Power Point presentations. All very civilized.
Since I never, ever talk for 15 minutes altogether if I can possibly avoid it, the academic format presents several challenges. None of them are insurmountable (well, OK, maybe the Power Point presentation is insurmountable), but it does mean that I need to write, in essence, a speech. Then I need to deliver the speech, which is the other challenge. Those of you who have seen me at cons know that I don't have a particularly carrying voice. Maybe the committee will allow a microphone, if I promise not to pummel anybody with it.
Which brings us to -- today! We slept late, and ate a leisurely breakfast in our bathrobes. So sue us. We then repaired to our offices to write. Steve made spaghetti and a salad for dinner. We met over the kitchen table, then returned to our offices to write. I did the dishes, then came back to my office to finish the scene I was working on. Which is now complete, for better or for worse, and I am about to seek my couch and read for a bit.
Tomorrow is Monday. I am reconciled only because next week is a mere three days long, and there's a party at the end of it.
So, who else has Exciting Plans?
Progress on Ghost Ship
Saturday -- early haircuts, then breakfast at Tim Horton's, a stop at the auto supply store for a replacement headlight, then the grocery store, and home. Only got a couple pages written on Ghost Ship, not sure why -- oh. Because I was starting work on my presentation for the panel I'm on in February at the day-job.
Academic panels are not the same as science fiction convention panels. In the latter, four-to-six of us are gathered 'round a table, and provided with a topic, which we proceed to argue about for an hour. The result is, at best, lively and informative (and, at worst, a complete hash), and if any one panelist decides to hold forth for 15 minutes altogether, his fellows pummel him with the microphone.
The academic panels I've seen seat four-to-six panelists, and they take turns speaking on their topic (or their particular take on the Ubertopic) for 15 to 20 minutes, with Power Point presentations. All very civilized.
Since I never, ever talk for 15 minutes altogether if I can possibly avoid it, the academic format presents several challenges. None of them are insurmountable (well, OK, maybe the Power Point presentation is insurmountable), but it does mean that I need to write, in essence, a speech. Then I need to deliver the speech, which is the other challenge. Those of you who have seen me at cons know that I don't have a particularly carrying voice. Maybe the committee will allow a microphone, if I promise not to pummel anybody with it.
Which brings us to -- today! We slept late, and ate a leisurely breakfast in our bathrobes. So sue us. We then repaired to our offices to write. Steve made spaghetti and a salad for dinner. We met over the kitchen table, then returned to our offices to write. I did the dishes, then came back to my office to finish the scene I was working on. Which is now complete, for better or for worse, and I am about to seek my couch and read for a bit.
Tomorrow is Monday. I am reconciled only because next week is a mere three days long, and there's a party at the end of it.
So, who else has Exciting Plans?
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