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Sep. 6th, 2010 12:43 amI still don't have much in the way of normal convention reporting to do, because this convention is very much not an ordinary convention.
My Harold Holt evil plot has grown wings. Of this I am inordinately proud.
I seem to have drawn the ire of someone who moderated one of my panels (one of those sessions where I was doing 3 hours straight) - I find this worrying, but there's nothing I can do about it. It makes me nervous about most of tomorrow's panels, however. The one panel I did preparation for, the way I would in a normal convention, is the one I get into trouble over. I'm hoping that winging it will work better. I have to wing it tomorrow anyhow, since I have four panels, in blocks of two and two. What I wish, though, is that the moderator had refrained from criticising me by name in public blogging so that I could live in ignorance of her ire. Or at least in ignorance until after the Con.
I don't seem to have upset vast hordes of people, just the one. In fact, I had acolytes at my feet during the signing and a full table at the kaffeethingie. I've never done a kaffeethingie before, so I hope I did OK. Apparently at least one attendee went to the CSFG table straight afterwards and bought Life Through Cellophane, which is good. And the volunteer who was doing coffees was awesome. She and I and Mary Victoria sat and chatted a bit afterwards, which was great.
I had to be in 3 places at once at 4 pm. I gave up on difficult choices. I went with the person who said "Come to the bar and I'll buy you a drink." We did work there, but it was well-fueled work. Also fun work. I am the possessor of awesome secrets about someone's forthcoming novel.
I ran into Martin Livings and found out his secret. Yay, Martin! I'm very, very happy for him.
People are still buying Baggage. Fools, all! I'm being accosted by strangers and asked about Conflux next year. And my research proposal is through to the next stage. All good.
The physical side of things is not so good, but that was to be expected. I return home to more appointments with specialists and to a battery of new tests, and I shall very much have earned them. And I hurt. Despite the hurting, I'm holding up better than I expected. I've come such a long way since January. It may be a fair while before I'm well, but I'm definitely headed down the right path.
I'm trying to think about what else to tell you about today and there is just far too much. This is one of the most intensive experiences of my life. I get to see and think and learn. Garth Nix, for instance, is an extraordinarily good public speaker, and so is Kim Stanley Robinson. Only one of these two do I find daunting. The one I'm moderating tomorrow...
Garth is still one of the nicest people in the Australian SF scene. He always says hi and he always asks the right questions and he always means it. This level of niceness is not half bad when you consider how rich Australian SF is in nice people. One of the reasons AussieCon is so intense is because it's full of generous souls, full of warmth and interesting thoughts.
The international contingent is also pretty cool. Obviously my favourites are the New Zealanders. They bribe me with jokes and books and chocolate and mead. I would have liked them anyway, though. There's such a wealth of talent in NZ right now. And so many of its writers share my sense of humour. *Such* a civilised country! And terribly sane, too. I've been talking to friends about the earthquake and they're very realistic about how fortunate the country has been in terms of numbers of lives lost. Their attitude reminds me about Canberrans after the fire. Sensible. Getting on with things.
I was listening to the clapping at the Hugos tonight. Several people seem to have been adopted by the Australian aspects of the audience. Peter Watts and Cheryl Morgan were the most interesting. Cheryl was liveblogging right up to the moment she accepted her award, which made her instantly endearing.
And I am so not making any sense. I'm going to give up and go to sleep.
Normal email checks will resume tomorrow evening. This is in case you were wondering. If you feel the need to get in touch with me before then, heckling at my panels is the best way of doing it. Just make sure you don't annoy the other panelists or the audience.
My Harold Holt evil plot has grown wings. Of this I am inordinately proud.
I seem to have drawn the ire of someone who moderated one of my panels (one of those sessions where I was doing 3 hours straight) - I find this worrying, but there's nothing I can do about it. It makes me nervous about most of tomorrow's panels, however. The one panel I did preparation for, the way I would in a normal convention, is the one I get into trouble over. I'm hoping that winging it will work better. I have to wing it tomorrow anyhow, since I have four panels, in blocks of two and two. What I wish, though, is that the moderator had refrained from criticising me by name in public blogging so that I could live in ignorance of her ire. Or at least in ignorance until after the Con.
I don't seem to have upset vast hordes of people, just the one. In fact, I had acolytes at my feet during the signing and a full table at the kaffeethingie. I've never done a kaffeethingie before, so I hope I did OK. Apparently at least one attendee went to the CSFG table straight afterwards and bought Life Through Cellophane, which is good. And the volunteer who was doing coffees was awesome. She and I and Mary Victoria sat and chatted a bit afterwards, which was great.
I had to be in 3 places at once at 4 pm. I gave up on difficult choices. I went with the person who said "Come to the bar and I'll buy you a drink." We did work there, but it was well-fueled work. Also fun work. I am the possessor of awesome secrets about someone's forthcoming novel.
I ran into Martin Livings and found out his secret. Yay, Martin! I'm very, very happy for him.
People are still buying Baggage. Fools, all! I'm being accosted by strangers and asked about Conflux next year. And my research proposal is through to the next stage. All good.
The physical side of things is not so good, but that was to be expected. I return home to more appointments with specialists and to a battery of new tests, and I shall very much have earned them. And I hurt. Despite the hurting, I'm holding up better than I expected. I've come such a long way since January. It may be a fair while before I'm well, but I'm definitely headed down the right path.
I'm trying to think about what else to tell you about today and there is just far too much. This is one of the most intensive experiences of my life. I get to see and think and learn. Garth Nix, for instance, is an extraordinarily good public speaker, and so is Kim Stanley Robinson. Only one of these two do I find daunting. The one I'm moderating tomorrow...
Garth is still one of the nicest people in the Australian SF scene. He always says hi and he always asks the right questions and he always means it. This level of niceness is not half bad when you consider how rich Australian SF is in nice people. One of the reasons AussieCon is so intense is because it's full of generous souls, full of warmth and interesting thoughts.
The international contingent is also pretty cool. Obviously my favourites are the New Zealanders. They bribe me with jokes and books and chocolate and mead. I would have liked them anyway, though. There's such a wealth of talent in NZ right now. And so many of its writers share my sense of humour. *Such* a civilised country! And terribly sane, too. I've been talking to friends about the earthquake and they're very realistic about how fortunate the country has been in terms of numbers of lives lost. Their attitude reminds me about Canberrans after the fire. Sensible. Getting on with things.
I was listening to the clapping at the Hugos tonight. Several people seem to have been adopted by the Australian aspects of the audience. Peter Watts and Cheryl Morgan were the most interesting. Cheryl was liveblogging right up to the moment she accepted her award, which made her instantly endearing.
And I am so not making any sense. I'm going to give up and go to sleep.
Normal email checks will resume tomorrow evening. This is in case you were wondering. If you feel the need to get in touch with me before then, heckling at my panels is the best way of doing it. Just make sure you don't annoy the other panelists or the audience.