Bryon and I concluded our weekend with a lovely dim sum with our friend Kim (who was a terrific host!) and Caroline Stevermer. I hope I don’t over-groupie every time I see Caroline, but it still astounds me that I’m getting to know one of the writers of one of my favorite series of books. That’s a mythical thing, that someone you physically talk to took you to incredible places in your imagination.
While the conversation isn’t unprecedented in my experience (Bryon and I guest liaisoned for Peter Beagle, who is my favorite author across space, time, and dimension), what is unusual is that I actually am developing a friendship with such a person.
Part of you is trying to apply the normal brakes so you don’t appear to be a dork, and part of you wants to gush like a dork. It’s quite the tight rope. But I think I am getting better at walking it, and trying to talk to Caroline like she’s a person rather than a phenomena. 😀 Anyway, we had a good time.
Which brings me to next week, elbow to elbow with the likes of Elizabeth Bear, John Scalzi, James MacDonald, and Stephen Gould. I won’t drop all the names, but the firmament will be dotted with shiny stars of the publishing skies. I’ll be bringing along my anti-dork meds, and try to play it cool.
Viable Paradise looming on the horizon also means that I’m not sure how much writing I’ll get done this week. There are quite a few things to get in hand at work before I go. I don’t really want to take papers with me. I will have to check in with my students while I’m away, because they’ll be frantically writing midterms in one class, but I would like the week to be as much about writing as I can possible make it, so intensive prep.
Then, there’s housework. Bryon and I noticed we are pretty much up to our ankles in lint and dust, the universal signal of time to clean. Instead of going to the gym this week, it’ll be an hour of housework each night.
And of course, packing. Spending quality time with the Man (TM) before I am gone. Storing up love with the cats. Writing my squid prologue. (One of these things is not like the other!)
Will our heroine be able to get in some writing on the troll story so she doesn’t have to hang her head in shame over at JoNoWriMo? She’ll try. But since writing will be her ONLY priority next week, she will be forgiving of herself just this one time.
Finally, there are interesting clouds brewing on the writing horizon, but I still expect that while I’ve enjoyed a pleasant breeze, they will mostly blow over. I’ll keep you updated accordingly.
That work I should be doing? Yeah…