Hopefully there will be time tomorrow to talk of cats and kings, wax seals and rings. Actually what I wanted to address is semantic confusion fueling moral panics on the left (the right too, but our moral panics are in general less panicky, because to get a good panic on you need a stampede and the American right’s (anyone to the right of Lenin, really) motto is “you’re not the BOSS of me!” even when the person is. So the individualists fail to stampede. We also fail to organize. You got to take the bitter with the sweet.)
However it’s just gone seven O’clock and we’re running half an hour late to hit the road and head back to Colorado.
And I’m telling my body it can’t get this lovely con crud it’s trying to hatch till AFTER Liberty con.
Fyrecon is one of the most serious TEACHING cons (for writers artists and creators) that I’ve ever attended. I’m just sorry I missed the class on making your own patterns for plushies. I mean, I can do it, but it might have taken me to the next level. Also, stop judging my hobbies.
On the writing side, even the “kids” listened closely and asked a lot of questions, and they were pertinent. (Kids take to mean high school and college.)
I like teaching, and it helped me figure out a few things to offer classes in.
Also we got to see friends. And of course, like the Derp Canoe I often am, I carried the book plates all the way to Utah, then forgot to ask Larry to sign them, so I could bring double-signed ones to Liberty con. I’m sorry.
So… heading back the fastest (not the scenic, this time) route. I have three short stories and a cover to deliver before Wednesday. And I’ll write a real post tomorrow.
See you on the other side.