I know I know… it’s been months, now. And since Readercon, I’ve been to Dragon*Con and have given my presentation at the 2011 Rod Serling Conference. But this unfinished post has been in my queue forever and my brain just won’t let me move on until I’ve finished this one.
It’s the proverbial dollar short and day late, and it’s pretty long. Here goes…
I’m only gonna do highlights from this point on, ‘cos at this point, I’m just trying to get this down.
“I could show you my Nook…”
A panel that ended up engaging me a lot more than I’d anticipated, “I’ve Fallen (Behind) and I Can’t Get (Caught) Up” with Michael Dirda, Jennifer Pelland, Craig Gidney, Don D’Amassa, and Rick Wilber.
It’s a problem a lot of folks have, especially writers (at least for several with whom I’m acquainted): How does one possibly read everything there is to read? Obviously, you can’t. But I liked how the panel dissected the issue. My favorite bit: being called filthy by Jennifer Pelland when I said, “I could show you my Nook…” 🙂
There were a couple of other panels that I attended and even took notes for. My lack of write-up doesn’t mean I enjoyed them any less. But for the sake of time, let’s just say that I really enjoyed “There’s No Home Like Place” and “Reconsidering Anthologies.”
A Face Made for Radio
In case you’re not hooked up with my other social media outlets, here’s my first-ever reading. This is the first bit of my story “Combat Stress Reaction” in Crossed Genres.
It was a bit of a nerve-wracking prospect in itself, to say nothing about the prospect of following Camille Alexa and having Claude Lalumière in the audience. But, I survived, and I can’t thank Bart and Kay and Camille and Claude enough!
The Land of the Lost
Speaking of Claude, I was enthralled by his Lost Myths show!
And to think the person who gathered all these literary idols of mine on the same stage is the same guy who stopped just short of walking into Au Bon Pain to ask where the Panera was… 🙂
Oh, the person who adjusted the camera to capture the literary and literal height of John Kessel? Yes… it was yours, truly.
“Step aside, Butch.”
I high-tail it out of this one panel and then Carrie (who has a better write-up of the time I’m glossing over now) taps me on the shoulder to tell me, “You know you just brushed past Neil Gaiman, right?”
This is why I went to “I’ve Fallen (Behind) and I Can’t Get (Caught) Up.” And why I needed a chiropractic adjustment when I got back home.