Dublin: Sunday
Mar. 8th, 2010 09:54 pmMy first Sunday panel was "Genre bending" which, thanks to Cheryl Morgan's side comment, quickly morphed into the inevitable, unavoidable tongue-slip of "gender bending." Cheryl also got tweaked for tweeting while she was supposed to be moderating.
Despite that, we had a reasonably rousing discussion of genre (and Genre) and the alleged Literary Divide. Mike, Paedar (hope I'm spelling that right) and I all had rather different takes on genre, which makes for a good discussion.
My second panel was "The Eagle Has Landed in Dublin" which, having missed the memo, I didn't realize was supposed to be us-as-aliens discussing this strange world of "Dublin." I got tagged as the security officer (redshirt!) and so got to diss Black Pudding, shiny red stiletto heels, and lager as potential weapons. We also discussed the mysterious tower-like light fixture at the top of O'Connel street. And here I was thinking they'd put it in so I'd be able to find my way back to my hotel each night!
My third panel was "returned for rework," which was my sole editorial panel for the weekend, about what writers can expect to deal with when submitting. John Kenny and I decided to turn it into a more informal thing, gathering everyone around the fireplace at the far end of the room (and letting me warm my tailfeathers against the nicely blazing fire). I think it went well, although we got a bit sidetracked into Submission Horror Stories, as you do.
Then to the bar for a bit, wherein Diane Duane and Peter Morwood had empaneled themselves (they were incognito at the convention) and I got to renew my acquaintance with them before being taken off to the closing ceremonies, and then, well back to the bar, and then off to dinner (Japanese this time).

Alas for my rep, my chronic ick fired a warning shot across the bow, and I decamped from the bar around 9, in favor of a quiet evening spent with tea and reading material.
Despite that, we had a reasonably rousing discussion of genre (and Genre) and the alleged Literary Divide. Mike, Paedar (hope I'm spelling that right) and I all had rather different takes on genre, which makes for a good discussion.
My second panel was "The Eagle Has Landed in Dublin" which, having missed the memo, I didn't realize was supposed to be us-as-aliens discussing this strange world of "Dublin." I got tagged as the security officer (redshirt!) and so got to diss Black Pudding, shiny red stiletto heels, and lager as potential weapons. We also discussed the mysterious tower-like light fixture at the top of O'Connel street. And here I was thinking they'd put it in so I'd be able to find my way back to my hotel each night!
My third panel was "returned for rework," which was my sole editorial panel for the weekend, about what writers can expect to deal with when submitting. John Kenny and I decided to turn it into a more informal thing, gathering everyone around the fireplace at the far end of the room (and letting me warm my tailfeathers against the nicely blazing fire). I think it went well, although we got a bit sidetracked into Submission Horror Stories, as you do.
Then to the bar for a bit, wherein Diane Duane and Peter Morwood had empaneled themselves (they were incognito at the convention) and I got to renew my acquaintance with them before being taken off to the closing ceremonies, and then, well back to the bar, and then off to dinner (Japanese this time).
Alas for my rep, my chronic ick fired a warning shot across the bow, and I decamped from the bar around 9, in favor of a quiet evening spent with tea and reading material.
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Date: 2010-03-08 10:08 pm (UTC)Ah yes: I've friended you. You were way too interesting for me to resist.
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Date: 2010-03-08 10:26 pm (UTC)Five years! *cringe*
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Date: 2010-03-09 10:20 am (UTC)It was fantastic to meet you over the weekend. Hope you'll consider coming back soon. Despite the charming native nighttime attire. :)
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Date: 2010-03-09 04:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-09 11:25 pm (UTC)