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thanateReadercon was lovely in that way of working up to what I feel like a con ought to be: more interesting panels than any one person could attend, and with a bunch of people I know and like, some of whom knew other potentially worthy people to perform introductions or just expand the conversational group I happened to be in. Also, given that I appear to have about the heat tolerance of a polar bear this summer, the industrial air conditioning was (for the first time ever) fantastic. Also, I was introduced to Gordon van Gelder, and Ellen Kushner briefly played my (terrible, terrible) guitar, which I find very confusing, as I still have no mental context for sharing space with people who I've known of since I was twelve or so but never actually met. The world is full of weird, and is likely to go on being so if I do this sort of thing much. Not that this is a bad thing, particularly.
Driving from Baltimore to Boston & back, however, was probably not as clever an idea as it seemed in January. I am mighty, and I made it both ways without incident, but ugh. Also for the record, I would far rather be driving 40 in the dark because that's as fast as it's possible to go and still see the road through the rain than sitting in stop and go traffic with hay bales in the noonday sun crossing the Washington Bridge. (Admittedly, the hay bales are not a usual feature of NYC roadways.) And I only went over it once...
Now I think it is time to start a list of all the house construction projects that I would (in a perfect world) like to get done in the next six months, so that I can ignore them in favor of novel revisions, or actually reading my library books. We'll see how that goes.
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Driving from Baltimore to Boston & back, however, was probably not as clever an idea as it seemed in January. I am mighty, and I made it both ways without incident, but ugh. Also for the record, I would far rather be driving 40 in the dark because that's as fast as it's possible to go and still see the road through the rain than sitting in stop and go traffic with hay bales in the noonday sun crossing the Washington Bridge. (Admittedly, the hay bales are not a usual feature of NYC roadways.) And I only went over it once...
Now I think it is time to start a list of all the house construction projects that I would (in a perfect world) like to get done in the next six months, so that I can ignore them in favor of novel revisions, or actually reading my library books. We'll see how that goes.
Xposty from dreamwidth.