This AAR of Liberty con is coming to you from sunny Portugal, now with more sun, where I’ve spent the last twenty four hours — give or take a couple of hours where I sleep walked through a family gathering — asleep.
The sleep was necessary to recover from a truly epic Liberty con.
We left Colorado early on the sixth, so we could avoid traveling during Robert’s birthday on the 7th. This meant that we got there halfway through the sixth and then spent time driving to Chattanooga and having dinner and such.
We’d decided that we were going to get two cakes and some of Jonathan LaForce’s magnificent barbecue to celebrate Robert’s birthday, and we’d invite people to drop by our room if they wished at 7 pm. We thought we’d get a dozen people or so. In fact we had forty in the room at any time along the three hours, except that there was more than that, because people rotated. In the end, I think we had over 100, and the last left after midnight. This is not what I intended, but it was good, anyway.
The rest of the con had few panels (for me) but the Hoyts and their long lost cousins the Correias (true story, showed Larry’s picture around here and the opinion is, uniformly, that he’s a lost member of the family. There aren’t many Portuguese families, after all, that run to over six feet in height or are built like brick sh*thouses. I got to spend some time with David Weber, whom I like immensely, and whom I hadn’t had time with in years. This is probably bad for us, since every time we get together we try to figure out how to privatize sidewalks, metaphorically speaking.
There was less time with Ringo than usual, not due to any design on either of our parts, but because he was very, very busy.
To compensate I got to hash out Guardian with Larry (really, guys, I have about 70% buy in on Grant’s novel. He says he doesn’t want me to write it, in case he can’t approve it. I said… I think my exact answer was bwahahahahah. But I have the right to try. Also to show you snippets provided you understand it’s not cannon.) I also get to write the Black Tide Novel in Portugal. Combine that with the still unnamed novel with KJA, and with the fact I have to finish the vampire musketeer trilogy and … and a lot of other stuff (not to mention Darkship Revenge and other stuff) and I am busier than a one-armed fidller at a music convention.
Though I suppose the books are good news for you.
I met with many of you, including Orvan, Jonna who fixed a dress for me (thank you Jonna) Tully and a bunch of others, but spent most of my time with Dave Pascoe’s children, my adopted grandchildren.
I am already working on Darkship Revenge while I’m here, at my parents’ place, though I’ll confess most of what I’m doing is sleeping (variations on a theme) this time logically because of jet lag.
My dad… is much better than I could have dreamed of. He looks, except for being a little thinner, as he did at sixty. I want to figure out how he does this (other than walking a lot) so I can steal the secret, because people around him are aging normally but he looks like he did, save for his hair being more white. It’s a secret I’d like.
Other than the fact that I’ve eaten all the things I shouldn’t, and paid for it in eczema last night, we’re doing fine, and I’m settling in to do some work. I had to explain to mom I had to come and type at you and let me tell you, explaining the Huns in Portuguese is less than easy. So to put it. To coin a phrase.
So tomorrow there will be a coherent post, and the day after there will be some form of story for Through Fire, hopefully.
For now, I’m going to take a nap.