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Polaris, and After
Jul. 12th, 2009 11:43 pmGeneral observation, without specifics (because specifics draw dicks, like shit draws flies): I step away for a minute or two, and do things improve? Do they, hell. All over the 'Net, people continue to act like dicks to each other, get called on it, call other people out for calling them on it and act like dicks while doing so, ad infinitum. Sometimes I wonder why any of us bother to talk to each other at all.
Ah, fandom. I'd say "never fucking change", except--well; I guess you already have. Thank God almighty, however, I no longer much care.
Anyhoo. Polaris was fun, if exhausting. We parked Cal at my sister-in-law's, where he apparently had a tonne of fun, and Steve and I did Saturday in style, moving pretty constantly from panel to panel. Things I liked included the crazy surprise of seeing my own face blown up twice life-size on an official guest poster, parked somewhere between genuine stars like Matt Frewer and Michael Hogan in an endless rogues' gallery wall-spread. I was moderator more often than I might have asked to be, but almost every audience I dealt with was large, vocal, enthusiastic and intelligent, while my fellow panelists were universally fun rather than jaded. The hotel was beautiful and fairly easily navigable, with an attached mall full of cheap, plentiful food alternatives, and free parking. Not to mention that the signing table was run by Chapters, who had actually ordered copies of both my books! Heaven.
Stuff I didn't like quite as much included having to do my reading while parked next door to the Vid Suite, with some anime blasting at full volume through the wall--but overall, whatever other annoyances cropped up were both small and forgettable. I'd gladly do it again next year.
Best of all, of course, was seeing old friends/meeting new ones. And my most useful conversation was with David Nickle, who wanted to know how Book of Tongues was doing. When I told him I'd just cracked 80,000 words yet was (maybe) only halfway through the book, he gently suggested I should probably tell my publisher, and start thinking about ways to compact the rest of the action. "It's a lot harder to cut 40,000 words out of something later on than it is to cut 10,000 words out of it now," he said, which I heartily agree with.
So...yeah. That's thing next. But for now: Sleep. I feel like my eyes are trying to vacate my head by force.
Ah, fandom. I'd say "never fucking change", except--well; I guess you already have. Thank God almighty, however, I no longer much care.
Anyhoo. Polaris was fun, if exhausting. We parked Cal at my sister-in-law's, where he apparently had a tonne of fun, and Steve and I did Saturday in style, moving pretty constantly from panel to panel. Things I liked included the crazy surprise of seeing my own face blown up twice life-size on an official guest poster, parked somewhere between genuine stars like Matt Frewer and Michael Hogan in an endless rogues' gallery wall-spread. I was moderator more often than I might have asked to be, but almost every audience I dealt with was large, vocal, enthusiastic and intelligent, while my fellow panelists were universally fun rather than jaded. The hotel was beautiful and fairly easily navigable, with an attached mall full of cheap, plentiful food alternatives, and free parking. Not to mention that the signing table was run by Chapters, who had actually ordered copies of both my books! Heaven.
Stuff I didn't like quite as much included having to do my reading while parked next door to the Vid Suite, with some anime blasting at full volume through the wall--but overall, whatever other annoyances cropped up were both small and forgettable. I'd gladly do it again next year.
Best of all, of course, was seeing old friends/meeting new ones. And my most useful conversation was with David Nickle, who wanted to know how Book of Tongues was doing. When I told him I'd just cracked 80,000 words yet was (maybe) only halfway through the book, he gently suggested I should probably tell my publisher, and start thinking about ways to compact the rest of the action. "It's a lot harder to cut 40,000 words out of something later on than it is to cut 10,000 words out of it now," he said, which I heartily agree with.
So...yeah. That's thing next. But for now: Sleep. I feel like my eyes are trying to vacate my head by force.
