Last night’s reading, despite being at the awkward hour of dinner-o-clock on the first day of the convention, was reasonably well-attended, and by some people I didn’t know from Joe! That’s always nice. Then there was the panel on the use of the hard-boiled mystery element in urban fantasy, which…well, I suspect our moderator wanted it to be a different panel, but I think we got some good discussion in on mystery elements, the shared pup origins, and whatnot. And good audience participation.
I called it an early night – having spent all that morning squiring a friend around town so she could get her bearings, and then doing two panels, I was feeling slightly faded-out around the edges. The plan is to keep my sleep patterns (and my eating patterns) as healthy as possible, so I don’t lose a day to recovery, after.
Today, lunch plans, then three panels. Â And possibly some bar time. Â You’re all shocked, I know.
Meanwhile, am still writing. Because Deadlines.
“Heâ€™d reached the point of presuming that what she felt she needed to do, she would find a way to make done.
That presumption might well get him killed, but it wasnâ€™t as though he couldnâ€™t die any number of ways otherwise. All flesh failed, and every story heâ€™d ever been told of those who wished otherwise, ended badly.”
My hero has read the Hero’s Guide to Reality. I <3 him a great deal.