In Space, You Don’t Need a Silencer
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Back? Cool. I hope you enjoy both my offering and those of the other contributors. The concept struck a chord with me, as I suspect it did everyone else involved.
In other related news: WUTA and I made some people happy at Archon 37 this weekend, slinging root beer and absinthe (not together, eww). The one thing I’d like to improve for next year is the ambiance. I love room parties too, but the party room row isn’t exactly conducive to salon-style conversation, you know? Ideally I’d love to have four or five small tables for people to sip and snack and chat, if they’d like, before returning to the party fray. The only question is where and when that could happen within the larger Archon “con”text…research forthcoming.
Kian had a good time at his first con. Legos, duct tape armor, the FIRST Robotic Challenge team from Hazelwood…and lots of “Dad, look at that armor/costume/character.” For some strange reason steampunk stuff appeals to a ten-year old boy with a mechanical inclination, go figure. I may have to write that dieselpunk story that’s rolling around in my head sooner rather than later.
Speaking of writing, still happy with the current ending on the WIP, but not with how it looked on paper–until last night, when one of those obvious writer fixes slapped me upside the head. I was driving to a friend’s house at the time, so it didn’t slap me hard, thank goodness; still, one treasures those little epiphanies even when they’re things you should have thought of in the first place. Or maybe this time my brain sorted it out so the story bits came first and the delivery second. Whatever. I just know I’m glad to be able to devote more neurons to writing–I loved Archon and I loved getting stuff ready for it, but every hour I spent working on the display or the logistics was an hour I wasn’t finishing the WIP. I have a month to finish the draft and make it cohesive enough for WUTA Big Books: enough time, but one always wants to be a little further along…