I guess what the world really wants out there are links to panel descriptions. The spike I had in visitors yesterday! It sort of doubled the ordinate line on my stats graphic.
Well, that’s what they’re there for…to be read. Hopefully, also, to be of use. There are a lot of panels for people JUST starting out, but I’m always glad when I run into a panel that helps people who know what they’re doing sharpen their skills.
Writerly news: Now Point River is off to submission number 2: Glass Fire Magazine.
This entry is to wrap up Sunday at Wiscon. I felt kind of link happy, so click on through.
There was our reading: Nightmares in Pleasant Dreams.
Let me tell you about our authors.
Catherine Cheek writes exquisitely textured short stories, and makes exquisitely textured art. She shared an excerpt from her novel in progress, which featured mages in a trailer.
Ellise Heiskell read for her very first time at our Wiscon reading. She was a little nervous, but read a delightful and subtle piece about a woman who grew delightful and subtle wings.
Shira Lipkin read several short poems and pieces, all with a twist (of lemon, of cinnamon, of vanilla).
And of course, if you didn’t know me, you wouldn’t be reading this far.
After that, there was the editor thing, which is detailed in my entry The Reveal.
Because that happened so early in the afternoon, I was able to see a reading at Room of One’s Own.
Catherine Lundoff read from her mid-life werewolf novel, which captures small towns pretty well.
S.N. Arly read a charming story about a vampire teddy bear.
Melodie Bolt read dark, but strikingly beautiful poetry.
And finally, my Good Samaritan, Martha Allard, read a strong UF piece about angels and demons.
The rest of Sunday was pretty good. Dan, Lisa, and I all wore tuxedos to the dessert salon. There will probably be pictures later. Geoff Ryman was in excellent form for his guest of honor speech, and Ellen Klages was humorous, but spoke truth.
Then, parties. Mostly to be admired with my fellow tuxedo wearers, and there were a few outside of our party. Then, I sat down and had a lovely chat with Caroline Stevermer, Kelly Jones, and Brenna (last name unknown…if you know, please tell me. We sat and talked about our projects, and it felt like a great author support group.
I didn’t stay out too late. I’d only had 3 hours of sleep Saturday, and I was just shagged. Back to the room about 12, pajamaed up, watched Lisa come back and have Dan take some paparazzi tux pictures, and then passed out like a heroine hit with a plot device.
Next up: a write up on Tech Tools for Writers, and Monday, Monday, Monday!