Warning: Really, really disconnected from my version of reality today, and my mind is wandering. This means my writing is less coherent than usual. Yes, I'm aware that It's not generally a model of coherency to begin with <g>.
Started at 4:30 in the morning. Which would have been okay, but the previous day ended at <mumble mumble> the same morning. Go me. I was almost finished the second Luna novel; my form of partial/outline is half a book, and after I had finished that, there was enough momentum going that I decided I would finish the whole first draft so there would be nothing between me and HOUSE WAR but a book review column or two. The coming of WFC clashed with the finishing of Cast in Courtlight,and I just managed to squeak out the last chapter. At very late in the morning. Of the same day I was leaving. It is at times like this that I wish I were some other writer <wry g>. I love endings because the sheer momentum is a joy; I wasn't sure that I would be able to finish before I left, and losing that momentum is … not so good.
I still have an epilogue to write, but tonally, epilogues rely not on the momentum of the story -- for me --but on the emotional resonance of the whole. Which is different. I'm babbling. My brain is in post-convention mode.
anyway, I actually made it to the airport early. No, really, andpuff. I was there two hours before flight time. I met ksumnersmith and Jana and wood_dragon and another woman who were also going to WFC on the same flight; they were more chipper and cheerful than I was. They were certainly better company than I was. I found coffee, but it didn't help.
Our flight landed late. It was raining in Phoenix. I discovered that the five dollar earphones they rent on American West planes so that you can hear the movie you're watching on teeny tiny screens three rows ahead of where you're actually sitting are basically normal ear-bud jack earphones. (I'm not an audiophile. They fit my iPod.) How did I discover this? I had my iPod.
I figured five dollars was an okay price for a set of headphones, but at the end of the flight, they apparently expect you to give them back, so on balance, not so good. On the other hand, I didn't rent a set, so I came out ahead.
I got to the hotel at sometime just after 10 in the morning. I don't actually carry a watch, or wear one. I asked. I thought I saw alicebentley on the shuttle in, but I wasn't absolutely certain, and decided to spare her my underslept self, just in case; as it turned out, when I saw her again, she was walking beside Greg Ketter, which was a dead giveaway: It was alicebentley. I got a chance to talk with her later, at the Dreamhaven booth in the dealer's room, which was fun. I asked bookstore questions. I also asked Greg how the @#$%@ he managed to get P.S. Publishing to ship him books, because we've offered in email to prepay 3 times, and either the email ether monster has eaten the email before it reached Peter Crowther, he hates us, or he's sold out of everything and doesn't answer. Oops. Digression.
I was rooming with kateelliott and her son. They had already arrived. I went upstairs, dropped stuff off, went downstairs, and then kind of meandered around before registering. I'm almost positive that I bumped into lnhammer while I was standing at the con registration desk, but I do remember that my first words were, "Where's janni?" followed quickly by the more social, "Ummm, Hi, I'm happy to see you too." I occasionally get things backwards in this particular fashion. He's generally kind enough to find this amusing.
I met sartorias in front of the registration desk, as well as Greer Gilman, who I had been introduced to for the first time (and for five seconds, along with hundreds of other people), in Boston. satorias was rooming with papersky and her son & escort zorinth, and I think I ran into papersky in the lobby before I went to the registration desk, but I could be wrong; I was lucky enough to see her frequently on the weekend, so her presence is a kind of a lovely continuity that spans the whole convention. Or the parts I saw. I called her son Zorinth for the first two days. Even after I knew his name.
At the registration desk, I met, without realizing it, marykaykare, although later, I did introduce myself because I did clue in. Later would be in the courtyard. On a different day. Yes, it was that kind of convention. A young woman working the registration desk, whose name was Nadine (because I can't remember her last name, and I'm terrible with names to begin with), called me "Ms. West". Which was sort of funny. It made me feel either Official or Old, and I told her I'm generally called "Michelle" <g>. She asked about House War. Which came as a bit of a surprise, and a welcome one at that; I got to talk to her later, and she even bought me a drink, and we talked about my writing, and why she likes it. Since she likes what I like about writing it, it was very energizing.
Sometimes readers like my writing for other reasons, and this is good too -- but there's something gratifying about a reader who likes the exact same thing about the finished work that I like and struggle with in the process.
I'm not used to this at WFCs; at Worldcons, because they're just so much larger, it's less surprising. Mostly because on the inside, I'm still living in 1991, shortly after my first published book, rather than in 2004, when I've had 12 books published, not including the short story collection. I still get a kick out of knowing that people are actually reading my books, and that they recognize me, and that they don't hate them.
Late lunch, with kateelliott and her son; we were joined by kijjohnson, who I don't think I've met before. She was lovely, and lively, and great company; she and kateelliott talked about Japan, among other things. I think I said something during this, but really, when two people are enthusing about something, it's sometimes enough to listen. (Yes, I know, it's rare for me; I imagine from the outside I was talking more than I think I was).
I did see papersky and her son after this, and also pnh and tnh, and I actually remembered to give pnh the book I'd carted from Toronto to give him. This is, unfortunately, a rare occurrence for me at a convention; it often happens that I remember when I'm packing to go back home.
I met Rodger Turner and the publisher of Tachyon Press (remember what I said about names? But I'd certainly recognize him if I saw him again, and he did give me a proof of a collection that I wanted to read), and I babbled in my particular way. This would be exposure to Michelle, and I think he was a tiny bit shell-shocked. Rodger probably finds it amusing, though. Rodger is one of the WFC committee. I met him, though, through the former owner of our bookstore -- they're friends, and he used to come and visit during the summer. The first time I met him, it was in the bookstore during one of these vacations -- because he came to work at the store for two days. There aren't many people who like to go somewhere else to work on their vacation, and he's fairly distinctive to begin with. It was only years later that I realized he was connected to the fandom that runs WFC.
After this, I wandered around for a bit, and then picked up a bunch of people for dinner; janni, lnhammer, Greer Gilman, Jill Knowles, and another woman whose name escapes me, kateelliott and her son, and the people sitting at the far end of the long table whose names I also don't remember. The name thing is a theme for me. Sorry.
We came back from dinner, I spoke with Nadine, and then we went to the Rapid Fire Reading panel -- ten authors, five minutes each -- which was fun. The MC was Gwyneth Jones, also one of the GOHs, and she was a surprise reading addition at the end; she was fabulous, and her reading was funny. Actually, almost all of the readings were good; given 5 minutes, I wouldn't be finished either my pre-reading rant or my pre-reading ramble <wry g>.
And then I sat in on the Why Adults Are Reading YA panel (that's not the title, watch me be too lazy to go and look it up). It was interesting. The moderator was the only male on the panel, and he had some pretty distinct views, and his views were not shared in any way by the other panelists. My feeling -- since this was at 11:00 p.m. -- would have been summed up "Because they like it". But I was pretty tired at that point, having woken up at 4:30 on very little sleep. sdn was also tired, but in fine form; she was probably the most vocal, but everyone had something intelligent to say in response; janni looked positively annoyed, which, if you know her in person, is rare.
After the panel, I should have stumbled off to bed, but I had the opportunity to talk with sdn , Nina Kiriki Hoffman, and for a while another young woman who I would recognize if I saw her again, but whose name tag I couldn't see (the name tags, more often than not, flipped name-inwards). Well. It was the first time I'd ever met sdn, and although I've met Nina before, I've usually had about 15 minutes worth of time in which to say anything, and she's usually had a lot of people she knows in attendance (I asked the man beside her, the second time we met, if she knew everyone and while she was saying "No, of course I don't" he was nodding his head. He was, I found out, Charles Vess. And he said, "Watch Nina for this convention. See if she's ever with the same group of people twice." Hee.
Publishing talk is fun, and that's most of what we did. I discovered something about why people laugh when I say things, though. sdn said something incredibly blunt about YA fiction, and I broke out laughing, and she looked at me and said, "Why are you laughing? It's true!" And, in fact, I had one of those moments in which I feel I'm looking in a mirror, because I've said the exact same thing in response to laughter so many times in my life, it's not possible to count them. And I realized that the reason people laugh is because what I've said is true. And I've said it. It's the declarative nature of the sentiment, the fact that it was said at all, that's funny.
sdn was the other delight of the convention, for me. It's seldom that I spend time with someone who's as blunt as I am, but she's taller and -- yes -- vastly more elegant. And she has really long hair, and everything about her seems so definite, you could not mistake her for anyone else, ever. Plus, I love her taste in books.