What a fun day. What an EXHAUSTING day.
Guess who has two thumbs and has her books listed int the Internet Speculative Fiction Database? Me. (And a whole lot of other people, yes, including my Australian namesake Karen Herkes who is also an SF writer and published long before I did, which is one of many reasons I went with K. M.)
But anyway. One of my sales today was to a fine, upstanding, tech-talented gentleman who entered my offerings into that excellent listing literary works. (for those interested, the site is www.isfdb.org)
And that wasn’t my only sale, so yay. YAY I SAY. Another set of books went to someone who buys books for a review site & Facebook page. WHEE! I’ll post the site name and links tomorrow, I promised I would spread word of their existence but left my memory somewhere and the data in the dealer booth. Oops.
But yeah, sales. More importantly I have given out most of my old bookmarks and postcards, so I can design new and better ones soon. Ditto for business cards. Woop-woop dance time. And there were other doings, too.
I received an invite to join some new-made friends for dinner during the 2 hour hiatus between end of daily programming and start of room parties. Alas there were missed connections, and so I hung out in the lobby to watch the con go by while waiting for parties to begin. That was probably healthier for me overall anyhow. Because I was determined to attend parties and needed that critical decompression downtime.
I know, I know. Parties? PARTIES?! ME! Yes. They are terrifying, but…but. Convention=Soul-stretching. Also, Important Professional Development. So I gave it a try.
And I survived.
The first one was low key, before most of the Real Parties ™ began. It was a Writers & Donuts gathering thrown by the Illinois Science Fiction in Chicago organization. (aka ISFIC, aka the organization behind WindyCon. Which has a tremendously long and storied history, which I read while hanging in the lobby today.) Since I’m a writer in lllinois, near Chicago, and I write science fiction, it felt like I really should attend that.
Plus they served baked goods. I’m a sucker for baked goods.
V. proud of myself, I managed semi-normal interaction as opposed to freaked-out mouse behavior. I talked again to several kind folk I’d met earlier at readings, in the dealer room, and around, and I met even more fine souls at the party. Enjoyable and informative talk was exchanged about first cons, the trials of finding beta readers, the fringe benefits of working as a professional translator in Spain for more than ten years (like WorldCons in Europe being much less of a travel hassle) the joy and agony of plotting, and many other things.
Business cards were collected, plus names and contact emails for the group were recorded by the party host, and it was all good. Hm. I seem to be regressing into passive tense. Ah, well. Distancing. It’s useful for de-stressing.
Second, over the course of the day I received official invitation to the Manticoran Royal Navy party not once, not twice, but three times. I am a big Honorverse fan, so I was intrigued and made my way there. There was more chatting, more enjoyable re-meeting, story exchanging, and (on my part) admiring of the RMN costumes, ship flags and assorted decorating. I even participated in a Pod-Rolling session. That’s where a whole group launches “missile pods,” aka beautifully constructed specialty shots–non-alcoholic for my part–down their throats in coordinated maneuver just like in a space battle. Only tastier. Sounds weird, confusing, and/or unfun? Maybe you had to be there. I had fun. It’s an interesting fan organization. (They do charity things, among other activities.)
By then it was 10 PM, and I’d had about enough of ALL THE PEOPLE plus I need to be back on the job at 10:30 AM Sunday. On the way home I stopped off at a local pizza & beer joint to say hello to a gathering of my Borders Family, because seeing them is always a stress-reliever, and because everyone including me needed some post-election consolation hugs.
Am now safely home again, home again, giggity-gig. WHEW.
Tomorrow is a shorter day. I’m hoping to take in the Dead Dog filk session after the closing ceremony, but timing depends on how long it takes to do load out.
I’ll report on the Final Outcome tomorrow.