I survived WorldCon by not doing a lot of things I normally do (none of the evening/night events or activities), but I made all my panels and managed a couple of dinners with friends. Aside from that I went horizontal as much as possible. It may or may not have fended off con crud (certainly people near me were sneezing and coughing, and I sometimes sneezed or coughed without feeling sick–the air was dry, then there were storms, then it was dry and windy.) Interesting people met on the trains and also at the convention. I fell madly for the nearest (fantastic!) grocery store, Consentino’s Market and wished for a fridge and a kitchenette. Wow, the meals I could’ve cooked. And eaten. Amazing produce. Amazing cheese selection. Amazing bakery. Amazing meats and seafood. AND they also had hot food and made custom sandwiches and, and, and…
A good crowd at my signing and at my reading. Full table at the kaffeeklatsch. Generally excellent panels. Generally excellent co-panelists, etc., and good folks all around. Some lovely things in the Dealers’ Room, but I ended up with books, as usual, even though very tempted by hand-painted silk scarves. They just weren’t the right colors for me. Larry Smith was in good form in his “book room” and sure enough…that’s where my money went. The KC convention center is HUGE and there was a lot of walking on hard floors, some of it at speed (some of us gave up on the green room’s allures early on because our panels were so far from it, that it was difficult to get there on time if we got to the green room at the time recommended. This is NOT a slam at the convention, which had to work with the rooms as they were. Just a reality we dealt with.) The one panel I moderated really didn’t need a moderator (thank you, kind panelists.)
I was accosted after one panel by a woman who mistakenly thought I was an M.D., and told me all her reasons for anger with the medical profession in a taut, hostile voice, on and on and on (she did have a very unfortunate set of circumstances) and finally said “So YOU’RE a doctor…!” and when I said I wasn’t, she was sure I was, and I finally convinced her…and that took the wind out of her sails only briefly, because then she went on and on into other miseries of her life until finally I had to go…and seemed disappointed I couldn’t stay and let her vent more. Sad. Wish she’d say all that to the specific doctors she’s sure mishandled things.
Feeling tired still, so that’s all the convention report here for now, except that there were Paks fans there, and some good questions about Paksworld stuff.