I’ve started and stalled and started on this a few times. Trying to capture five days of awesome into a pithy post is not at all easy. The words vacillate between eeeee I had such a great time eeeee and plodding recappery which, on re-read, translates as “…but you probably had to be there.”
So, rather than a synopsis of the weekend (somewhere around here is a whiny writer post which is essentially, “Synopses: hrrrrk“), a brief round of thank-yous:
To the Tricycle of Awesome — Marty, Shannon, and Von, who bookended my trip with great food and stellar company. Thank you for making time for me. I wish, as ever, that Chicago and Boston were closer.
To Sarah Goslee, who hosted the Viable Paradise party, and to all the VP grads who offered advice and encouragement: thank you for making this newbie feel welcome. And to Dawn and Kellan, my fellow 16-ers, hello! I’m so glad we got to meet, and I can’t wait to read your work.
To all the panelists who shared their experiences and interests and passions with rooms full of fans, thank you.
To Seanan McGuire, for a fan-fucking-tastic concert. I went to Worldcon expecting to come home with armloads of books (okay, I did that, too), but I also left with a lot of new music: Vixy and Tony’s Thirteen! Amy McNally’s Hazardous Fiddle! I’ve had “The Sealskin and the Story and the Sky” in my head for days, and that’s a fine earworm to have.
To Cally from the Making Light fluorosphere, who sat beside me at the Hugos and talked about books and blogs and fannish things. I was excited to be in the ballroom for the awards, and the experience was made even better by your company.
To Chuck Wendig, Stephen Blackmoore, and Adam Christopher, who invited me along with them into the London 2014 party, and when the clamor got too loud and jostly, down to the bar (wtf, last call at not-even-1AM, wtf.) Gracious gents, smart conversation, all of whom have books out you ought to be reading.
To Devi Pillai and Susan Barnes from Orbit, who work their asses off publishing excellent sf/f, and whom I finally ran into late-late-late Sunday night/earlyMonday morning. My job is all the more awesome because I get to sell the books they acquire and edit — including the upcoming Shambling Guide to New York City by Mur Lafferty (who, because I couldn’t quite hear Devi, got an earful of squee when I was introduced. Next time I will be more eloquent than, “Oh, shit! Mur! Hi!” Probably. Maybe.)
I’m sure there are wonderful people I’m forgetting to mention. I have blog posts a-brewing based on some of the discussions had over the weekend, so that’s where I’ll talk a bit about panels I went to and the thoughts they got me thinking.
And of course, thanks to Greg, who met my (late) train at South Station and had coffee waiting for me. I had a hell of a lot of fun, but it’s good to be home.