Though I’ve lived nearby for years, this year was the first time I went to Vericon. The sun was out! I didn’t want to sit down and edit! Friend was there! So what if I hadn’t read anything by most of the authors there? I was nearly done with Seth Dickinson’s novel! Good enough.
That ends up not mattering much, because authors are delightful, funny, excited people, and everyone is very nice.
I tried to come up with accolades for everyone on the panels I saw, but I’m not that prolific. Instead, the two notables:
Author who made me laugh the hardest: Seth Dickinson (lord, I’ll never think of vegetable oil the same way again. Or writer’s block.)
Author whose history class I most want to take: Ada Palmer (she made me deeply interested in medieval scholars debating the degree of divine inspiration involved in texts! That’s a trick.)
Last weekend I went to ReaderCon for the first time. Somehow, it’s happened for the past 24 years without me having any idea. This is a travesty that I’m pleased to have corrected, because I loved it. (So, thanks Gillian!)
I could go on for 4,000 words about it and detail every moment that I remember, but no one wants that, least of all me. And let’s be real: There is one thing that happened that was, for me, the highlight of the entire weekend:
I got to sign something I wrote.
I walked up to the Crossed Genres table and pointed at the latest print issue. “I’m in that one!”
“Congrats! Want to sign it?”
I knew I should have been practicing my signature all these years.
So that was a delightful moment, and for that I thank Bart Leib, one of the publishers at Crossed Genres, who published my story back in January. You can read “The Gaps in Translation” here.
Other highlights of Readercon 2014:
Coffee in the con suite. Bless the con suite.
Admiring the poise and style of Sofia Samatar, and getting A Stranger in Olondria signed.
All the readings I got to go to! Sofia Samatar, Daniel Jose Older, Max Gladstone, seven contributors to Long Hidden… such riches. I’m spoiled.
Kaffeeklatsch! It’s an absolute must. I missed out on Max Gladstone and Lev Grossman (as I expected to happen) but got my name down for Daniel Handler (with Kit Reed and Kate Maruyama)!
Daniel Handler said many great things, but one in particular that’s going to stick with me: Writing is like going to work. I mean, I’ve been doing this drive for fifteen years. Shouldn’t the commute be shorter by now? But no, writing doesn’t necessarily get faster over time.
I’m nothing if not predictable. On Sunday I went to an Unreliable Narrators panel, and Unlikely Cartography. Yes, please, talk to me about lying narrators (and the lies of a map, even!)
I was absolutely thrilled with the amount of discussion of diversity throughout the weekend.
Also thrilling: The number of panels that had a “token” man, or no men at all. It can happen!
In conclusion, I’m still tired. And have so many books to read!