School started at Kirkwood, and yesterday and today were chalk full of five minute conversations. I’m hoping for some time to cut lose today on some projects.
But before that, let’s talk about Saturday at Wiscon.
Of course, you know from The Reveal post two entries back that I was apparently schmoozing on Saturday morning without even knowing it. After I left Martha and wished her luck with her editor meeting, I ran off to the Farmer’s Market for breakfast.
I had my usual delicious wheat muffin, and this year I walked the market.
Here are some interesting farmer’s market facts:
1. Morrels cost $25 a pound.
2. There were 12 kinds of jerky, at least.
3. You can buy a whole chicken, a side of deer, or ostrich at the market.
4. I’m not sure what all the people who bought flowers did with them.
After the farmer’s market, I decided I needed to go shopping. We hit the dealers room, and I hit it with Catherine Lundoff. I actually went in to find one of her books. One of the pleasures of my authorly life is actually knowing authors and getting them to sign their books. We shopped and talked and got to know each other a little better. She was pleasant. Catherine has great taste in jewelry.
Then, there was the lunch thing. I walked back from my room, after taking all my purchases upstairs (I bought 9 books in all . I know this is restraint for many of you, but for me, all my bags were full.)
Carolyn Stevermer and I sighted each other at about the same time. She was kind enough to go to lunch with me. I must admit, I wish I’d picked a better place. The Greek place we’d always gone to in the past was pretty scary this year. But the company was wonderful.
I heard all about Carolyn’s career. I heard stories about books, agents. We talked about authorly life, its ups and downs. Carolyn seemed genuinely interested in my work. And we ended talking about dairy cows, as I need to know more for the troll book.
Sometimes there is a public conception that artists assume an air of superiority. I’ve been really, really lucky to meet some very genuine authors. I was floored that one of the authors I admire so much was so very kind and friendly to me, and actually enjoyed my company.
Well, why not? Writers are human, life everyone else.
After a late lunch, I went off to hear the YA reading at Michelangelo’s. It’s my third time hearing Sarah Prineas in about as many weeks, but she is very good at what she does.
And then, the panel “Your Friend Academia.” Last year, academia was dismissed in such a way at a panel that I have been pissed off for a whole year, and this was me turning that energy into something constructive. Four doctors and two grad students discussed resources for studying SF/F and folklore, and writing SF/F. It was a fine panel, with lots of viewpoints.
My favorite comment was my fellow presenter School started at Kirkwood, and yesterday and today were chalk full of five minute conversations. I’m hoping for some time to cut lose today on some projects.
But before that, let’s talk about Saturday at Wiscon.
Of course, you know from The Reveal post two entries back that I was apparently schmoozing on Saturday morning without even knowing it. After I left Martha and wished her luck with her editor meeting, I ran off to the Farmer’s Market for breakfast.
I had my usual delicious wheat muffin, and this year I walked the market.
Here are some interesting farmer’s market facts:
1. Morrels cost $25 a pound.
2. There were 12 kinds of jerky, at least.
3. You can buy a whole chicken, a side of deer, or ostrich at the market.
4. I’m not sure what all the people who bought flowers did with them.
After the farmer’s market, I decided I needed to go shopping. We hit the dealers room, and I hit it with Catherine Lundhoff. I actually went in to find one of her books. One of the pleasures of my authorly life is actually knowing authors and getting them to sign their books. We shopped and talked and got to know each other a little better. She was pleasant. Catherine has great taste in jewelry.
Then, there was the lunch thing. I walked back from my room, after taking all my purchases upstairs (I bought 9 books in all . I know this is restraint for many of you, but for me, all my bags were full.)
Carolyn Stevermer and I sighted each other at about the same time. She was kind enough to go to lunch with me. I must admit, I wish I’d picked a better place. The Greek place we’d always gone to in the past was pretty scary this year. But the company was wonderful.
I heard all about Carolyn’s career. I heard stories about books, agents. We talked about authorly life, its ups and downs. Carolyn seemed genuinely interested in my work. And we ended talking about dairy cows, as I need to know more for the troll book.
Sometimes there is a public conception that artists assume an air of superiority. I’ve been really, really lucky to meet some very genuine authors. I was floored that one of the authors I admire so much was so very kind and friendly to me, and actually enjoyed my company.
Well, why not? Writers are human, life everyone else.
After a late lunch, I went off to hear the YA reading at Michelangelo’s. It’s my third time hearing Sarah Prineas in about as many weeks, but she is very good at what she does.
And then, the panel “Your Friend Academia.” Last year, academia was dismissed in such a way at a panel that I have been pissed off for a whole year, and this was me turning that energy into something constructive. Four doctors and two grad students discussed resources for studying SF/F and folklore, and writing SF/F. It was a fine panel, with lots of viewpoints.
My favorite comment was my fellow presenter Sandra Grayson who said that there was no reason to apologize to anyone for studying it. Yup. Pretty much.
And we had Erika Nelson, world’s best moderator. She was professional.
Then, there was the panel on aging, and the lack of middle aged characters who aren’t transformed was tossed around. I had to suggest that they weren’t talking about Bill Adama and Laura Roslin, and what was up with that? But the discussion was pretty good.
And then, parties, and the other part of The Reveal, and Sunday happened.
I’m breaking the Sunday action into a couple of articles about panels alone: self-promotion and the synopsis. Then I’ll discuss our reading and social antics Sunday night.
Catherine
