Author: corwin

Another delightful day at Convolution in San Francisco.  It started with a friend (James) buying us breakfast, always appreciated; then got better.  Hung out with James and Cat and Chris and Trish a lot, talking about Books & Shit.  Did a panel series novels, then one on story telling.  The story telling panel was especially good.  And we came up with an idea to control the thing that most annoys me on panels:

Appoint an official timekeeper.  The job of the timekeeper is to burst out with the current time of day any time a panelist says, “Well, in my book…”    Yeah, I know; I’m old and crotchety.  Deal with it.

Did a hot tub reading (like in the old days at Minicon), but, alas, hardly anyone showed up.  Then, much later, did a reading of Paarfirotica in my room–Chris doing the dramatic reading.  Poor James isn’t a Paarfi fan.  We watched him writhe in agony.  We’d have felt bad for him if we could have stopped laughing at him long enough.

Interestingly, this doesn’t feel at all like a first-year convention.  The organization is solid, and things flow nicely.  Later, I’m hoping to meet Peter Beagle.  Having a blast.  Wish you were here.

Been having a wonderful time.  Read the new short story, and it seemed to be well received.  There was a charity poker game at which I played well in spite of the Karaoke in the background.  Hung out with Jen, Chris, Cat, James, and Trish, talking about writing and stuff, and read them some of the new book because I’m kind of nuts about it and can’t help myself.  The people running the convention appear to know what they’re doing–at least, any problems haven’t appeared on my radar.   Breakfast time.

<Insert inflammatory yet fascinating political analysis sufficient to start heated discussion>

Waking up in the middle of the night, thirsty.
The clink of ice cubes, the smoothness of water down your parched throat.
The air vent blowing on you: chilly now.
Climbing into a bed full of warm girl.
Best. Thing. Ever.

I don’t like doing convention reports because I suck at them.  I don’t like mentioning people, because I know I’ll forget some and then I’ll feel bad.  But I need to say a few things at least:  First, it’s a great convention–old school.  Second, they took really good care of me (and, so far as I could tell, the other guests) including getting me a large smoking room so I could host parties.  Third, an apology to the young lady on that song-writing panel to whom I was a douche after the panel was over; that shit comes over me sometimes, I don’t know why.  Fourth, I hope I make it back there sometime; it really is an outstanding convention.

Thanks to everyone who made Milehicon so much for me; you know who you are.