WorldCon's End...

Well, not really, not yet, but this will be my last posting from Anaheim. Yesterday was a day of constant movement -- from the 10am signing at the SFWA table to my 5pm reading, and thanks to those of you who found your way through the maze of the Lido floor -- the response to the ending of the story was suitably satisfying to the author, and I hope you like the finshed product even more. For those of you who missed it... well, you're just going to have to wait a year or so to discover P.B's secret.

The "Editing" panel was great fun -- any time you get to hear Peter Beagle and Tim Powers Tell Stories, it's going to be a good time -- and I think the "care and feeding of the creative process" was helpful to a lot of folk, from the responses we got, after. So I feel like I earned my keep this weekend.

And then there was a lovely dinner with fellow pros, and a lovely post-Hugo party with most excellent plum wine courtesy of next year's Worldcon (first time ever in japan, and sorry I am to be missing it). I ended the evening in the SFWA suite, collapsed tiredly into a wing chair and lamenting the fact that all I really wanted to do was curl up in bed and sleep for six hours. So that was what I did.

Today I will be working the SFWA table this morning, then the EMF auction, and then I will finally get a chance to do some damage in the dealer's room. My credit card is already whimpering...

And then I get to sit on a plane that will take me home.

Those of you who were not here were missed, those of you who were here and I didn't get a chance to see (looks in koimistress's general direction) I regret it muchly, and I'll see some of you at NASFiC next summer...

hoooooooooomeward boundish

Home. I wanna be home. Now. Nothing against WorldCon, it was a grand time spent with grand people, and I got so many very very nice comments on the Retrievers series that I almost feel like a Real Author.

However, I have been On for four days now, and I want to be home. Worse, the required wait in the airport is fugly. The hatred for LAX is large and vicious. An entire waiting area of tired, cranky, well-travelled fans and a few military folk, bitching about the crappy services, the highly limited food services (your choice of cold deli or sausage-onna-bun), the rude-even-for-TSA security guards, etc etc etc.

I am spoiled by Newark Liberty, I know. Despite what others might say about it, EWR is a great place to putter around after you get through the security corridor. And they have a terminal-wide ban on price-gouging -- anything you buy there is a comparable price to off-site stores. LAX? Not so much, from what I can tell.


Heh. Two older gentlemen sitting behind me are commenting rather loudly about how they never get to fly on any planes with any authors. *weeps for the flattened pancake that was once my ego*

When next you hear from me, I will be in New England....