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The air was thick with the dust of Lake Eyre again just now. It's evil dust, because too many people have had bad days. Stuff's gone wrong. Me, I'm feeling just over-exhausted and not well. This could be because I'm over-exhausted. Asthma and overwork and steel-blue suns just don't mix.

Today has been so full of trouble-shooting, that trouble is out to get me because it's riddled with bullet holes. I didn't succeed at the latest bit of targetting trouble, which was finding an urgent lift for someone. Karen has had to deal with that. What this means is that Karen has just had an extra hour added to her day, and her day was already 20 hours long. Why, of all the things to fail at, did I fail at this one?

I have emergency dinner for people visiting from interstate, but it looks as if the only person who needs it is my mother. This may not be such a bad thing. Lots of leftovers and an early night sound very good right now.

Tomorrow will be brighter and better and full of Conflux. Which reminds me, the task for the next hour, should I choose to accept it, is to finish designing my workshop for tomorrow. If I don't choose to accept it, then I foresee more troubleshooting.

There are now places available in my workshop, as some people have looked at the Canberra skies and said "I might come a day later." Obviously dusty pallour is far more alluring than sitting indoors and exploring how consipracy theories become so very attractive.

I have it mostly worked out. Instead of me dumping theory into peoples' brains, we'll be actually designing a conspiracy - I'll go through key techniques people have used over the last few hundred years and we'll call on them in a bid to design the perfect conspiracy theory. Dan Brown watch out!

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There's a moment before a convention when things fall into place. This is it for me. I know what I have to do and where I have to go and even some of how I'm getting there. Mum has safely arrived. The books are on their way. The asthma is almost under control. Most of my pre-Con messages are done. Chocolate is packed. Bribery for child slaves is packed (I did promise them sweets while they did volunteer work and they have 2 lbs of unadulterated sugar for each day of work).

Shortly I shall sleep. Tomorrow is going to be utterly fabulous. My next novel and a SF convention is a gorgeous combination. All we need to make it perfect is ants. Or maybe a mirror.

And, in other news, Mum likes my honey cake.