Got my Dragon*Con panel schedule! In all the Daily Dragon pre-con hubbub, almost forgot the non-Daily Dragon stuff:
- “Sex and Romance in SF” -The existence of sex/romance in SF in an overt fashion is relatively new. If there’s too much is it still sf? Too little? Fri 10PM, Greenbriar (Hyatt).
- “Race in SF and Fantasy” – An examination of the way ethnicity is used in science fiction and fantasy literature. Sun 4PM, Fairlie (Hyatt).
- “Short and Not So Sweet Stories” – Help for short story writers from the pros. Sun 7PM, Embassy D-F (Hyatt).
- “Future of Speculative Fiction” – Pros discuss the future of fantasy, SF, paranormal, urban fantasy, and other genres. Mon 4PM, Embassy D-F (Hyatt).
Looking forward to seeing folks there!
Think I’m mostly resurrected from my Dragon*Con undeadness. Spent most of last week asleep, in a dazed fog, or contemplating the mounting to-do items with a bleary sense of alarm. But despite being whammied by con crud and having a few stabbity-urgeful moments (I embrace my wrath, ooohmm), I had a great time. Continue reading
Hurray! My short story, “Requiem Duet, Concerto for Flute and Voodoo,” was published by Daily Science Fiction today. Subscribe to this excellent publication, read, and comment at their FB page!
Slowly coming back to life after Dragon*Con. Had eyeball-deep chaos, had mega stress, had hella good time. Longer post later. Maybe. Still shambling back to life. (Don’t know why, but it seems that I always have something come out while I’m immersed in—or in this case, recovering from—Dragon*Con.)
So the Georgia Legislature, in its infinite wisdom and grace, has called a special session, convening today—two weeks before Dragon*Con. Yes, I am stressed. Yes, I am snowed under. And yes, I am already sleep deficient.
In related news, I got my guest schedule. Herein the panels I’m slated to be on:
- “Happy Genre Fiction” with Anya Martin and Jean Rabe. Fri 2:30PM, Fairlie (Hyatt).
- “Characters that Come to Life” with Lynn Abbey, Carole Nelson Douglas, Tracy Hickman, Nancy L. Holder, and John D. Ringo. Sat 11:30AM, Manilla/Singapore/Hong Kong (Hyatt).
- “Writing Short Fiction” with Davey Beauchamp, David B. Coe, Mary Robinette Kowal, Lee Martindale, and Ann VanderMeer. Sat 7PM, Manilla/Singapore/Hong Kong (Hyatt).
My contrib. copies of Ténèbres 2010 arrived. And, upon eagerly opening the lovely volume to my story, I discovered that my French is so far gone as to be pushing up the daisies. Sigh. Well, it’s not like it was all that healthy to begin with.
In a totally unrelated segue, I’ve discovered the virtues of Twitter! Yeah, I’ve had a Twitter account for ages, but it always seemed a cumbersome, clunky networking tool until this year when I started heavily incorporating the Daily Dragon‘s Twitter feed into this year’s Dragon*Con update notification schedule, discovering in the process why I’d always found it clunky. Twitter is really not optimized for a web browser interface; it’s optimized, ideal even, for a mobile, i.e., smartphone, interface.
And this year, I have a Droid.
Total geeky efficiency is being able to dash through the bowels of the Hyatt and pimp the charity auction while getting direct messages from my staff. I have become a convert to the 140-characters-or-fewer mode of information dissemination.
Although, granted, there were a few technical issues that almost sent me twitching into a corner:
Was slayed by baby vampires yesterday at Dragon*Con:
(Photo by krysalys)
Arose from the dead today to the realization that Dragon*Con is over.
Had much fun. Had less sleep than I’ve ever had at a D*C (which is saying something). Did not win a Hugo but did get a lovely prezzie—gift certificates to Spa Sydell—from my D*C co-workers which made me go all smoffy and waaah-you-guys-loveyouall-waah!
More complete post to come.
Looong day and it’s only Thursday! Dragon*Con is *so* going to kick my ass this year.
Packing: haphazard. Sleep: insufficient. To-do list: sentient and growing.
And I’m off to Dragon*Con. The boys are still sleeping and will join me later, but I need to get on-site to finish the Thursday issue and start the print run.
And we’re counting down to Dragon*Con. Updated the Daily Dragon website for 2010; sent out the second official staff email to my fantastic, fabulous, and forbearing DD worker bees; revved up the @Daily_Dragon Twitter engine; and am generally rapid-firing hamsters like a madwoman.
There will be no sleep. There will be no sanity. There will be only Zuul.
T minus 14 days.
Got my schedules for both Faerie Escape Atlanta, which is this weekend, and Dragon*Con (Sept. 3 – 6):
- Friday 8/13, 7:00 PM – “Gathering of the Summer Court” in the hotel lobby.
- Saturday 8/14, 4:30 PM – “Seeing Through Enchanted Eyes” How do you awaken your imagination into another world? How do you bring a world to life through paint, film, photography or words? With John Bridges, Orion Foxwood, Stu Jenks, and Lisa Stock in Piedmond.
- Sunday 8/15, 1:00 PM – “Servitude, Kidnapping and Adventure: Into the Other Place” When do people enter into Faerie and why? Once they do, what awaits them? With Bill Bridges, Ellen Kushner, Larissa Niec, and Delia Sherman in Chastain.
- Friday 9/3, Noon: Guest lecture for Ann Crispin’s Beginner Writers Workshop, “Marketing Short Fiction.”
- Saturday 9/4, 1:00 PM – “Outside Our Shores” There are lots of influences on SF and fantasy these days, not just American/Western. Greenbriar (Hyatt).
- Sunday 9/5, 6:00 AM – “Live Hugo Awards Breakfast” Join Hugo Award nominees at Kafe Köbenhavn to listen to the results come in live, direct from the Hugo Ceremony in Melbourne, Australia*.
- Sunday 9/5, 11:30 AM – “What Women Want” What women want to see in their genre reading. Greenbriar (Hyatt)
Hope to see folks!
And, now that I’m swamped to my eyeballs, I’ve decided to rev up The Stupid Novel effort again. Yep, I only seem to be able to write when I’ve got too many hamsters in the air. My brain hates me, and my muse is a sadistic harlot.
*Yes, that’s 6 o’clock in the morning. The time zone difference between Atlanta and Australia is going to slay me. But it’s not like I’d be able to sleep then anyway. Hell, I’m already losing sleep now, twitching about the Hugos.