I liked a lot of things about WorldCon–interesting panels, fun parties, great conversations–but one thing that has stuck with me is more intangible.
This was my first major con where I felt like I was there as me, myself. The writer Shannon Page. Not, me as companion-of-someone-more-famous. (Or, ex-of.)
It probably didn’t hurt that I was able to say, “I’ve got two novels coming out next year,” but I don’t think that was the whole story. I just get the sense now that the people I know, I’ve known them long enough that they know me. And the people I met were meeting me, without the baggage and history.
And that’s cool. I am pleased.
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Good day today. I had a lovely swim, then met a friend downtown for swimsuit shopping (my old one was falling apart) and leisurely visiting; then got home and worked hard on Hobgoblin. I finally! finished the chapter I’ve been tinkering with all this time, and made it into the next one (which will need MAJOR rewriting, but I’ve made a good start on that).
And now I am getting to bed well before midnight. Go me!