WOW, am I tired. Four days of nonstop partying networking very seriously with drunken overgrown adolescents* industry movers and shakers really takes it out of a person.
I’m sorry, I cannot even begin to describe it. I am still trying to process and remember everything. I halfway wish WFC could be a week long–but then I think it would kill me. When I got home this afternoon, I could barely lift my hands to the keyboard to let Jay know I’d made it safely up the freeway (as he was stranded in the San Jose airport, boo fail).
But oh, such a con it was! It is an unspeakable thrill to meet longtime LJ buddies in real life–and to find out that they are even more wonderful than they seemed on the internet. It is even more wonderful to spend day after day with a thousand people who love genre fiction–FANTASY fiction–who don’t think it’s weird or fringe or wrong or needs explaining or defending in any way. Who think about zombies and vampires and witches and unicorns and demons and fae and magicians in new and fascinating ways. Who are always ready to share a drink and some insight, or just a few laughs. Who leave pink codfish candy in your bed, for you to discover in an intimate moment…okay, maybe that part was less wonderful.
Even so. It is some kind of special person who will leave pink codfish candy in your bed, don’t you think? And that’s after the flattened squirrel story, and the strawberry surprise.
But enough about that. I am home, I am exhausted, and alas, the real world presses upon us. After Thursday, we will know when Jay’s surgery will be… I feel like my universe is holding its breath until then. I have four more weeks of the Day Job. I am trying not to worry about too much, especially the things I cannot control.
So a weekend of distractions was deeply pleasing.
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*And yes, I DO include myself in that horrible slander…why do you think I’m so tired???