Can I Just Write 50,000 Words in Con Reports?
Soo… I lost my convention virginity. Figuratively, I would like to point out, although one of my online friends apparently did the literal thing many years ago (I will never look at wookies the same way…)
Anyway. Yeah. Back from the World Fantasy Convention, my first con ever, back from the seaside in very windy Brighton, home with a sore throat and so many happy memories and fun stories that my brain doesn’t work any more…
This being my first, obviously I have no comparison, but from what I hear from my friends, WFC isn’t your typical con, since it’s geared more towards professionals – authors and publishers – than towards fans. But for my friends from the Tad Williams Message Board (a.k.a. Smarch), attending WFC has become something of a tradition, and since, for once, it was in Europe, and not half a world away, how could I not go? I must admit that I was quite nervous, because I don’t do well with new situations or large numbers of people, but it turns out that when I’m with my Smarch-friends, any place can feel like home, and crowds aren’t nearly as overwhelming as they would otherwise be.
My brain is, as I said, pretty fried, so I won’t even try to write a longer report today. There will probably be a dozen posts spread out over a couple of weeks…
I still haven’t even started NaNoWriMo yet, either. And I think I will just count all my WFC reports towards my wordcount, because I don’t know if I will be able to make it otherwise. And I’ve never been a NaNo rebel before – might as well do it once.
And now, to bed. Thankfully, I have tomorrow off as well, because I still haven’t even unpacked.