Why Sarah Disappeared

Posted on by Sarah A. Hoyt

It occurs to me I up and disappeared without much warning, here or my serializing substack, or my newsletter, or Patreon, or instapundit or– well ANYWHERE.

I was at a convention in Las Vegas NV. Since there were noises being made about masks on planes, and I’m all out of patience, we drove. In fact, we’re still on the road, and will be till the wee hours of Wednesday.

The convention? Son of Silvercon. It was an inaugural convention, and things went wrong. Don’t they always? But despite being tiny, it was very good, and now I’m very tired, but not depressed. This despite the fact that three NAMED quails, either escaped or were stolen while we were away. (I’m inclined to stolen, because one of them had a deformity that precluded flying.) And yes, one of them was the very sweet Deposed King. I’m kind of bummed, but not spiraling, so….

VERY tired, though. Extremely tired. Between con and… um…. let’s see, we left at 8 this morning, got here at 10 and hit the road at 7 tomorrow…. yeah.

See you on Wednesday, okay? I’m going to bed.

53 thoughts on “Why Sarah Disappeared”

  6. I had never met anyone there before, I’ve been thinking about Son of Silvercon on my drive home, and the best analogy I can think of is that while it was tiny, and half of us had never met, it seemed like a clan reunion (without the infighting or disapproving relatives), we talked pretty much continually from noon friday until 9pm sunday, migrating around, with conversations drifting across every topic you can think of and people drifting from conversation to conversation.

    the schedule was pretty meaningless (although I’ll bet every topic on it was discussed at length through several different groups), so future years will end up being different.

    But the result was both exhausting and refreshing at the same time.

    Sarah, if you contact me via email, I’ll send you a link to the 350 photos I took over the weekend

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            1. But then how would I be able to build a science fiction convention of extraordinary magnitude, forged in the traditions of our ancestors?

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  7. If Agatha Christie can disappear without a word, then so can you!
    But you didn’t, really. We knew you were going to the con, then Holly said she kidnapped you, so we knew you were all right.
    Enjoy your journey, then spend a day or two just sleeping and eating, and take care.

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  9. “It was an inaugural convention, and things went wrong. Don’t they always? But despite being tiny, it was very good, and now I’m very tired, but not depressed.”

    Sounds like fodder for conversations at every SoS con from this day forward. Tribulation always looks better in the rear-view mirror. Now have some nice naps. We’re patient, we’ll wait.

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    1. This is why I opened the convention by announcing “Like the cake, the programming schedule is a lie.” But everyone seems happy with the way it turned out, and wants to do it again next year…so here we go again.

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        1. Speaking from extensive personal experience, anyone working on senior staff for an anime or SF convention qualifies for this description.

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            1. Indeed. I owe him a debt that I can never repay now, so I have to do my best to pay it forward. Having said that, I’d like to have Jennifer and Philip at the con one of these years.

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  12. Hey I know you! Didn’t you used to write books and stories and such? Pretty good stuff as I recall, though it did suffer from the occasional typo. I’m fairly good at sussing out things like that if someone were to actually send me a draft to pick over and through. It’s a curse I developed after 25 years of sifting through endless government documents.

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  14. Are we sure it’s really Sarah? She could have been replaced by a mandroid. Someone ask her what her opinion of taxation is.

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    1. Now I’ve got a mental image of a libertarian robot scooting around and saying “Taxation is theft” in a metallic monotone, like those glorified trashcans in Dr. Who. (Would the Doctor bother to stop that particular extermination?)

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  15. I prefer driving to locations around the country. Number one, I hate dealing with the totalitarian morons that perform security theater for TSA. Number two, I prefer to control my own destiny, which being stuffed in an aluminum tube someone else is piloting doesn’t satisfy. Number three, I can stop and smell the roses along the way.

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