mid-Lunacon update

[lagilman]

Well, my apologies to those who came to my reading and found it disrupted by fans with absolutely no manners, who saw nothing wrong with walking into a room where a reading was going on and carrying on loud conversations despite the person obviously reading out loud to an audience.

However, the person who caused some of that disruption apologized publicly later that evening, so my minions (I now have minions!) are letting him live. For the moment. And the short story did seem to get some very positive responses (I read "Serpent's Rock," from the forthcoming YOUNG WARRIORS anthology.


Other than that, and despite hotel problems that seemed to be legion, the convention itself has not been bad. Friday night was spent visiting with friends whom I don't see anywhere near enough, which is always good fun. Acquired a mini-flask from a friend, and picked up a birthday gift for someone that may never make it to him (mine. mine. mine. mine.). Resisted the urge to buy evil put pretty ring, and evil books to add to my evil TBR pile.

The programming was not the best I've ever seen (understatement) but the fan fiction panel got off to a rollicking start with me taking the very unpopular position of "it's illegal. Stop trying to rationalize it, move on." Several people later said they had come just to see what kind of fireworks I was ging to be able to set off. Small but satisfyng ones,as it turned out. And there was a photographer and reporter there from the local (Star Ledger) paper, who made sure to get all our names spelled correctly. Figures, of all the panels they might focus on... oh well.

The "State of SF" panel was likewise interesting, with opening disagreement that evolved into some rather spirited discussion about genre boundries and labeling and marketing, etc. I finally said "screw it, I write stories. The publisher's job is to cast a wide enough net to catch readers, and the reader's job is to get caught in as many nets as they can." Got some applause for that.

I didn't make my evening panel because dinner ran late, which meant that I also missed paleologa's entry into the world of novice costuming -- and her triumphant ascension to Journeyman class by the end of the evening. Go, team Malibu, once again! And go, ninja trees!

Poker, late into the night with friends (does anyone remember who said that the new PC term for poker was now "take her to dinner and a movie?" I need to hit them again) and a stroll through the parking lot with kradical and terri_osborn to find my car, rounded out the day. Literally, as I didn't get home until a little after 2am.

And now, back into it, for a few more hours before I have to do some Familial Obligation things...

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[bill-leisner.livejournal.com]

I finally said "screw it, I write stories. The publisher's job is to cast a wide enough net to catch readers, and the reader's job is to get caught in as many nets as they can." Got some applause for that.

(*additional time-delayed clapping*) Well said.