Not really a con report
Back home from WisCon. WisCon good. WisCon fun. Met many new people. Am exhausted.
For those worried about the fact that Mary Anne hasn't posted a journal entry in a week, she spent all weekend offline—no email or Web for four or five days. I don't know how she did it. For me, withdrawal was setting in by Saturday evening. Anyway, don't worry, she's fine.
Lessee. Participated in a writing workshop at a con for the first time (as sort of guest pro, helping out Mary Anne, which went much better than it would have if I'd been trying to host a session all by myself); got to see Karen a bunch (though not enough) and Pär and Tot a bit (definitely not enough); got to see my Clarion classmates PJ and Amy; participated in a quasi-panel-like discussion of electronic magazines with Mary Anne which was saved from being an infomercial for SH by the fact that Eileen Gunn sat in on it; met (as noted previously) lots of people I'd only interacted with online; helped host our now-traditional SH tea party (turns out only 13 of our authors were in attendance; the other one who I thought was there, Maggie Hogarth, whose latest story about the Jokka (three-gendered aliens) is featured this week at SH, had mailed in her art to the art show); went to a bunch of readings (most of which were quite good); bought various chapbooks and 'zines and books to add to the ever-growing stack next to my bed (Le Guin's Tales of Earthsea is out in paperback; the Ratbastards, 3/4 of whom we've published, have a chapbook out; finally got a copy of Ursula Pflug's novel; picked up Dora Knez's chapbook and Carol Emshwiller's new short story collection from Small Beer Press); successfully set up Apache and a copy of the SH site on my laptop and (with the aid of Pär, who fortunately for me had an ethernet hub handy) connected Mary Anne's iBook to my PowerBook so my computer was serving the site to both, without needing an Internet connection; finally got to briefly meet Eleanor Arnason and gibber incoherently about how much I like her work; finally got to attend a Carl Brandon Society meeting (they've always before held them at hours of the morning too early for this night-owl whiteboy to make it); listened to Nalo's brilliant guest-of-honor speech (about how reading comic books as a kid brought her to where she is today, but that doesn't nearly do justice to it); saw a bunch of people in passing who I didn't get a chance to really talk with; successfully avoided playing Mafia; saw more of a couple of Bay Area people than I usually manage to do while home; handed out a few business cards; chatted with various writers; I'm sure there was more, but I've lost track.
Okay, so I guess it is a con report. But only a brief and superficial one.
And now I go try to catch up on several days' worth of email, not to mention a whole bunch of editing tasks. Plus food and sleep.