Tuesday, September 02, 2003
Yes, it will be tomorrow afternoon before I get back to Murder of Angels. Today is all aftershocks.
Most everything since Saturday afternoon (Aug. 30) seems to have collapsed into mere dream impressions. The characteristic blur of Dragon*Con. My first signing went well, and the reading went very well. Standing room only, two years straight. I read "The Dead and the Moonstruck" (the new short story, not the chapter from Threshold). A surprising number of people from my online forum actually made the con, many of whom I met for the first time. But, overall, the weekend was simply and frustratingly overwhelming. There are reports that attendance this year reached almost 50,000, which, if the reports are true, means D*C more than doubled in size over last year. Certainly, there were many, many more people; that much was clear. And the swell seemed to be accompanied by what I referred to on a writing panel yesterday as "a catastrophic failure of civility."
And I think that I may be coming down with something.
The costuming was fun, but exhausting. Na'reth was grateful to be let out of her box for a couple of days.
Tomorrow, I have to turn the brain on again.
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