CapClave 2013, Day 3

And now I’m back home, with a sigh and a collapse into comfortable furniture.

CapClave was a blast — I think I had more fun there than I did at WorldCon. Well, no, I take that back; I did have more fun there than I did at WorldCon.Today I mostly networked – went to 2 panels (one a really excellent presentation on exoplanets, the other a panel on romance in SF), chatted up friends, and then made the drive home. It rained for 3 hours of the 4 hour trip. Really quite nasty, but we made it safely home.

My big news today is that I received a guest invitation to PhilCon!

I’m really speechless. And amazed. And all sorts of other adjectives that don’t have any English equivalents. And you can bet your sweet bippy I’ll be there.

CapClave 2013, Day 2

Rather a frenetic day!

Still having a great time here; the panels have been uniformly entertaining and enlightening. I’ve avoided the George R.R. Martin madness, while finding moments here and there to write, though obviously I can’t pen great swaths of prose in the moments between things. Still, I’ve managed about 500 words for the day so far.

Wordcount on The Fall: 73,523.

After the marathon conventions I’ve gone to this year — WorldCon, RWA General — it seems like CapClave has hardly started but that it ends tomorrow. Still, it’s nice to get away from the grind and spend quality time with the hubby, having fun at an SF con. It’s just like old times, when we first met!

Time to get ready to meet some folks. TTFN!

CapClave 2013, Day 1

A day of travel, mostly.

I did get to a couple of fun panels — Editors’ Pet Peeves, and Sequels and Prequels. Much hilarity was enjoyed and wisdom shared.

A light supper at Panera’s, in deference to my touchy tummy, and I’m back in our room with my husband, relaxing and toying with story ideas. I think I’d better give the parties a miss tonight. There’s always tomorrow. Unless there’s a zombie apocalypse. And then there’s always a zombie apocalypse.

Wordcount was 72,941 as of last night. I am going to try to write out a scene that brewed in my head during the drive here.


Here at WorldCon, I’ve been staying at the Marriott Riverwalk. It’s a … um … 30 or so stories? … building, and our room is … shall we say … pretty high up. When we arrived, they upgraded our room for free to one with a balcony, and I thought, “Ooh! Goodie! I’m a-gonna sit out there!” I had visions of sitting in a wicker chair with my feet up, netbook in my lap, composing stunning prose whilst gazing at the San Antonio skyline.

The San Antonio skyline is there. The wicker chair is there. I’m not there, because OH MY GAWD!!! All that’s between me and a sheer, fatal drop is a narrow railing. Made of steel. But there are SPACES in it! And RAGING HURRICANE-FORCE WINDS (according to Google, the current wind blows at 6MPH, but I’m sure you know not to believe everything you read on the internet) — *cough* As I was saying, the RAGING HURRICANE-FORCE WINDS are SURELY going to suck me right over — or maybe through — that railing TO MY DOOM!

The first night here, I screamed like a girl and ran back inside. To be honest, I’m not sure if I ran. I might have scuttled. Since then, the blackout curtains have been closed. The decorative sheers have been closed. Because if they’re NOT closed, I shall SURELY get sucked right off the bed, through the sliding glass doors, across the balcony, and over (or maybe through) the railing. I am, as it were, pretending the balcony isn’t there, with all the power of imagination at my disposal. Which is not inconsiderable. So far, gravity has NOT turned sideways and dumped me out of my hotel room to my death, so it must be working, but I think a couple of times it’s been a near thing.

“But Miss Christie, what about passenger jets–“

Oh shoosh you. Troublemaker!

*cough* As I was saying. I’m still here, so something is working. Gravity goes THIS way *points down*, not THAT way *points out the window*. I’m over here, so I can’t fall down over there. *gets dizzy*

Perhaps I shouldn’t think about that too hard.

I am never, no never, not ever, staying in a room higher than I absolutely must EVER AGAIN, and certainly never with a balcony. If I have to sleep FIVE THOUSAND FEET OFF THE GROUND, a freaking wall is going to have to get blown away first before I am sucked to my death. No upgrade next time, thankyouverymuch. *inches away from the sliding glass doors*

“But Miss Christie, passenger jets fly at–“


*smooths hair*

Acrophobia? *blink* Why, what makes you think I have acrophobia? *blink* *blink*

MisCon Wrap-Up

As horrifying as the 6-turned-20-hour trip to Missoula was, MisCon more than made up for all the stress I had to endure to get there.

One of the first things I did was buy a Resistance pin and attach it to my name tag. Now, this may not seem like much. But I tell you — the Illuminati were AFRAID of me because of it. They resorted to releasing a virus and beginning the zombie apocalypse to avoid direct confrontation. *nod* Mm-hmm.

The next thing I did was sit on one of the first panels: Creating Fictional Societies, moderated by the wonderful Carol Berg. New writer that I am, I got caught flat-footed by Carol’s question asking what mistakes we had seen new writers making. I fumbled out something, but what I should have done was talk about the mistakes I’ve made — or haven’t made yet. Ah well. Live and learn.

One of the highlights of the con for me was sitting a panel with CJ Cherryh (Ebooks: The Other Side of Publishing) and trying not to act like a total fangrrl.

I suspect the 10am Sunday panel on religion in SF was my fault. When Justin Barba was soliciting panel suggestions, I sent in a bunch, including one to the effect that religion is always fun to talk about at 10am on Sunday morning. Oops. *hangs head* Hehe. *blush*

So, yeah. It was a fun and productive weekend, learning, going to panels, being on panels, meeting authors/editors/publishers.

I am really looking forward to attending MisCon next year. I will cure the Zombie Apocalypse! Er, at least in a story.

Maybe. <grin>