Sunday. I am back in the room for a short respite between events. I’ve just written 2,000 words on OUR LADY and am feeling more like myself.
Yesterday was a fun and fantastic blur of meeting people–but not just any old people. No, people who think science fiction (and fantasy) is cool and interesting and important. People to whom I don’t have to explain what I write or why I love it. (And, er, people who don’t assume that because I’ve had a few stories published, that I don’t also have a day job. Heh.)
And lots of food and drink and endless parties, and the usual thing of long elevator lines, and gathering folks on the street to take them to *this* bar not that bar, and all that.
Speaking of roaming the streets between bars: we saw the immediate aftermath of a purse-snatching which we didn’t even realize was not just some kids playing until the victims had chased down and caught the thief, and gotten their belongings back. Whereupon they screamed at us for not helping. Uh, sorry! Yelling “Stop thief!” in French didn’t even register on us… All’s well that ends well, though.
And now for a short lie-down before Hugo madness begins.