Unable to comprehend how Dragon*Con can be tomorrow. Haven’t even started packing and various logistics and complexities are piling up into a tragic dark comedy.
- Discovered that my laptop battery will no longer hold a charge. Unplug it and it dies in two minutes.
- No wifi in the Hyatt lobby means we need a 3G option to stream the Hugo ceremony on Sunday. I volunteered my laptop with tethered Droid. See above re: dead laptop battery. Hoping I can mooch an extension cord from Tech Ops…assuming there’s a public A/C outlet I can plug into somewhere in the buffet area. Also, as much as I love my ultraportable VAIO, its 11.1″ screen is really not meant for group presentations. (Unrelated to tech issues, I’m also way wide-eyed and eeping about the Hugos in general.)
- Due to the hotel renovations, dire_epiphany can’t get a hotel for tonight so we need to figure a way to get the key to Daily Dragon headquarters (which we share with photography, DCTV, and signage) to me so I can be on-site early tomorrow to start the print run of Thursday’s issue.
- And that’s not even touching upon the sickness and death that’s hitting close convention folks…and I’m not being figurative.
Add to that:
- Got a last minute (paying, so I’m not about to turn it down) rush editing job where I won’t receive the copy until tomorrow, due by end-of-day Friday.
- I have run through my Friday guest talk, “Marketing Short Fiction,” for Ann Crispin’s writers workshop all of *once*. Traditional freaking about that commencing big-time. Gah!
- I have done zero prep for the panels I’m on.
- In time-honored Dragon*Con tradition, I have had an average of three hours of sleep a night for the last week.
And I’m pretty sure the cosmos must be yukking it up.
Calmblueocean. Calmblueocean.
