Courtesy of Julia Rios, you too can use your phone to do amazing things.
It's been 3 days since I started this post. I had a faboo weekend with my family of choice, but yeah, my extrovert battery got hit pretty hard, so I'm only just getting back into the swing of extrovert things.
And work today...well, after a week's vacation, I really couldn't expect any better than 31 phone messages and 147 emails. Because that's just the way the English department rolls.
So...anyway, let's get back to the subject at hand, which is rethinking that Con thing.
Readercon was fun. It was a con. I saw some friends and enjoyed seeing others from afar. I attended valuable panels, and I burned out and skipped panels I hoped to see. It was a pretty typical con experience for me--highs, low, and the impossibility of doing it all, but enjoying most of what I did.
Except there was something unusual that has never happened to me at a convention before.
And if you don't want to read on, I'll cut this here. But if you do, especially as regards writer's retreats and VP XIII-ness, you may want to click.