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Nov. 9th, 2008 07:41 pmI'm blogging from the Freecon today so that I can spend quality time with Llyn and Iain tonight. Iain and Llyn and I have developed an addiction to Eureka - a geek's version of Northern Exposure, with an American version of Gary Sweet as the lead. Llyn made a scrummy fondue to keep it company. Us company? I ought to stop listening to the ghost writers session and typing about something else. My only contribution over the last few minutes was to point out that Flashman was blokey. I got into big trouble for that.
I snuck a look at David Cornish's album while he showed some fans. He does such lovely stuff. (i just hope he doesn't look left and see I'm writing about him – he's just two seats away. It's OK, I have shown him the entry just so that he doesn't wonder about my sanity. Although I suspect everyone's wondering about my sanity today - I feel like a grasshopper on speed, partly due to cortisone and partly to to weather and partly due to not drinking enough water.)
The ghost writers session is the annual tribute to dead writers. Right now we have a discussion about Arthur C Clarke. I adore Clarke's writing, but I was right yesterday and today I am in evil mode. I knew this when I announced I had a cursed book and I am keeping the rampant humour under control by not saying anything. Well, nothing much. Just occasional rudenesses. The Freecon is free-for-all and it's very easy to fall into smart alec comments that get me into trouble. The comment I'm fighting hard not to make concerns the closing moments of the Conflux interview with Clarke. It was not Clarke's finest moment. He is one of my favourite writers, but he was grumpy and old and grumpy old men can be very unintentionally entertaining.
No-one has said “space elevator” yet. I thought it was impossible for any discussion of Clarke to avoid that topic.
And that's it from me. I have chocolate in my handbag and haven't yet given it out. It's not much chocolate, but maybe enough to bribe key participants to be silent about any evil I might commit. Or I could just eat it...
PS End of day and I completely forgot the chocolate. It was a very fine day, however, and this was despite a migraine. If a day can be that much fun with migraine the think of joyous this grasshopper becomes when her brain calms down. (I need to give apologies to two innocents I snapped at before I could find time to take panadeine, though - I hope you are reading the blog - I really am sorry - I was trying to get my brain together enough to process what medication I needed and i was not focussed on the book you were talking about.)
I snuck a look at David Cornish's album while he showed some fans. He does such lovely stuff. (i just hope he doesn't look left and see I'm writing about him – he's just two seats away. It's OK, I have shown him the entry just so that he doesn't wonder about my sanity. Although I suspect everyone's wondering about my sanity today - I feel like a grasshopper on speed, partly due to cortisone and partly to to weather and partly due to not drinking enough water.)
The ghost writers session is the annual tribute to dead writers. Right now we have a discussion about Arthur C Clarke. I adore Clarke's writing, but I was right yesterday and today I am in evil mode. I knew this when I announced I had a cursed book and I am keeping the rampant humour under control by not saying anything. Well, nothing much. Just occasional rudenesses. The Freecon is free-for-all and it's very easy to fall into smart alec comments that get me into trouble. The comment I'm fighting hard not to make concerns the closing moments of the Conflux interview with Clarke. It was not Clarke's finest moment. He is one of my favourite writers, but he was grumpy and old and grumpy old men can be very unintentionally entertaining.
No-one has said “space elevator” yet. I thought it was impossible for any discussion of Clarke to avoid that topic.
And that's it from me. I have chocolate in my handbag and haven't yet given it out. It's not much chocolate, but maybe enough to bribe key participants to be silent about any evil I might commit. Or I could just eat it...
PS End of day and I completely forgot the chocolate. It was a very fine day, however, and this was despite a migraine. If a day can be that much fun with migraine the think of joyous this grasshopper becomes when her brain calms down. (I need to give apologies to two innocents I snapped at before I could find time to take panadeine, though - I hope you are reading the blog - I really am sorry - I was trying to get my brain together enough to process what medication I needed and i was not focussed on the book you were talking about.)