Archive for May, 2015

Back from Balticon – the pollen-filled update.







This is where I wish I was.  Sadly, instead, the pollen is falling like snow outside.  I’m assuming that’s why I feel awful.  I really, really hope it isn’t con crud.  Really.


Balticon was amazing.  It was the first time I’d been a fan, rather than a guest, and because I wasn’t on panels, I had the time to hang out, talk to people, enjoy some other panels that I might not have gotten to, and just soak in the atmosphere.  And there was so much creativity in the atmosphere.


I love Balticon.  I love the fact that it’s four days long, and that it brings together so many people from all over.  Thank you, Paul, Nutty, Viv, Laura, Chooch, Tee, Pip, Scott, Dave, Sue, Dave, and so many more, for just being you.  For being so very amazing.  For being so creative.  For reminding me what a family I’ve found, and how lucky I am to be a part of it.


So now that I have recovered from working the day after we drove back (yeah, that wasn’t smart, Val, seriously), I am recommitting to writing.  Every day.  250 words is my minimum.  I will be heading to the studio to write after work.  I will be putting things out.  I will be sending Winter’s Secrets to my awesome editor Sue and I will be working on some novel pitches to send out.  This weekend reminded me that nothing is promised.  We don’t always get a tomorrow.  We don’t have all the time in the world.


It’s time to start writing.


Yeah, it’s that time of year again – Balticon!  I’m here, I’m not a guest, which means I have a ton of time to immerse myself in the joy that comes from being with your chosen family.  I’m going to take a ton of pictures, hang out with everyone I can, and spend every waking minute recharging my creative well.  It’s been too long since I’ve felt like this.  I want to hug everyone (that wants to be hugged, that is).  I want to sit and talk to everyone, and listen to people talking.


Tonight is the Meat and Greet, tomorrow night is Balticon Beats, and Sunday night is the Spec Fic Homecoming Dance.  Come and find me, if you’re here.  If you aren’t, let me know and we’ll raise a glass to you.


I’m home.