You’d think after a day of travel, I’d be snoozing, but I’m really quite awake in my comfy room at the Hampton Inn. I present tomorrow at 2ish, just about the time I’d crash. Well, adrenaline’s got me this far…
Mind is full of all the images of clothes I’ve seen while shopping for my Wiscon outfit. I enjoy being a girl! As someone who has a powerful interest in what clothes say about you, I’m interested in my clothes saying the right thing (the curse of the author/costumer?) and it’s becoming a bit of a head spin. Combined with the body I have to dress now, and I’m looking for ways to flatter without looking like I’m trying to be someone half my age. This could be more of a difficulty than I thought.
Speaking of Wiscon, I don’t have any extra panels after the first programming sweep, and that turns out to be okay. I have the reading, which is a showcase of 5 women’s talents, including an artist and a soundtrack. AND I have my usual academic paper Azazello’s Oil, looking for different kinds of feminism in the witch motifs in Bulgakov’s Master and Margarita. I’m good. If Wiscon doesn’t need me on panels, actually I’m happy.
More time to be at the Broad Universe table, hanging out with Phoebe Wray; more time to hang with my friends.
So, now, I’m going to do some virtual research on current fashion/dressing appropriate to my age/body shape, and so on, to see what I can find out. Until I get sleepy.
I think tomorrow may be about A LOT of coffee of iffy convention quality.
Catherine
