More on this later, but I thought I’d hit some highlights.
Friday, while it rained and poured outdoors, I got to the convention hotel and attended the first writers’ panel. I wanted to meet . The panel was mostly the writers talking about their book tours and various changes in technology that have occurred in the past few years, but it was interesting. Autographing was scheduled next, so I sneaked over to the dealers’ room and found a copy of _Wren to the Rescue_ (unusual find!). But by the time I got back to the autographing, she had sneaked away for a moment. I didn’t have anything else to get signed, so back to the dealers’ room with me, where I bought a neat necklace and a couple more books and a picture of a tree with a monster in it. While I was looking at the tree drawings with a little boy who happened by (“I see the monster in this tree!” “Where?” “Oh, there it is!”), I sensed a motion to the right, and lo, there she was . . . Sartorias! But she wouldn’t have any way to know who I was, so I approached and asked to see her badge. *grin* Then I revealed my secret identity, and so we officially met!
I headed out and ran into a couple more people I had known way back when I used to go to a number of local conventions. I needed to get home and feed hubby and take care of other household stuff, so I ended that convention day early. It insisted on raining and raining more.
By nightfall, it was a Texas gully-washer. Around midnight it became an electrical storm with thunder and lighting. My Pomeranian is terrified of thunder because he got traumatized several years ago, when he was a tiny pup, during an awful hailstorm when the power went out and the hailstones were up to an inch in diameter . . . we were all huddled in the breakfast nook listening to the baseballs pummeling the house and suddenly one shattered the big window next to the table. We rushed to cover the hole before we took on too much water. But the puppy was traumatized by everyone shrieking and being upset in the darkness, and from then on he has been scared of thunder and anything that sounds like it. So although I went to bed around eleven last night, the dog kept crawling up on my head and clawing at me to get me to wake up (he thinks I need to stand sentry), and whining, and so forth. I got up about every hour to try to get him to go tinkle on the front porch (he wouldn’t stay out there–doesn’t like to get wet!) or coax him to eat a doggie biscuit, but it was hopeless. I didn’t get to sleep until the thunder ended around six-thirty in the morning. So I slept through the first panel I had intended to attend. But I did make it over there a little after noon . . . more later.
The con should’ve had a writers’ workshop option. That would be fun. There’s another con held closer to downtown (as opposed to across the street from me, just about) that’ll happen in the fall, FenCon, and that one does have a workshop. This year the workshop leader will be Lawrence Watt-Evans. I hear he is great at that!
There are always writers’ conventions in general, where they talk about all aspects of writing, but those aren’t in Dallas. And I just am not much of a traveler. Maybe if we got an RV. Yeah, that’s the ticket! An RV.