---Okay, so Gini invited me to stay with her in her hotel room for a couple of nights of the convention. I thought that would be a great idea--it would let me stay longer and get out into the action earlier (which seemed like a good idea at the time) and work out a whole mess of business. So yeah. Good idea, right?
Right. It was, as a matter of fact. I'm known for some pretty darn clever ideas, but that Gini Koch. Genius. Sheer genius.
We saw LE Modesitt again. I think I must be destined to run into him and his lovely vests. Interesting thing about Modesitt--he's always very polite but he's always also just a little wild-eyed if you approach him. I'm thinking some half-insane fan has approached him at some point in his past, the poor man. Very charming overall, though, and there's always that moment of "Oh my gosh--that's LE Modesitt!"
My fangster pal Beth Bernobich's Passion Play (just debuted from Tor) is visible everywhere. Interestingly enough, right after I wrote that in my journal, Tom Doherty (as in Mr. Tor) walked by and I nearly fell through the floor.
Today is the first official day of the convention, and while there were lots of people in the hotel last night, tonight is absolutely packed with a whole slew of folks that look like speculative fiction writers, editors and fans. It's kind of like this: I've been to romance conventions, and there really isn't any way to look around and say, "Oh yeah--romance people." But sci fi or fantasy? You'd better believe it. Overall, it's a very comfortable place to be, and thank God it's more than acceptable to do jeans and tennis shoes. Gini is introducing to me to scads of people and I'm ashamed to admit I have no clue who ninety percent of them are.
Maybe I should take some time off from writing and do a little reading in my field? Nah.
Perhaps the most interesting part of the convention so far has been listening to some old school gossip about some of the greats in the field back in the day. I spent quite a bit of time with my mouth hanging open, looking like a starving Venus fly trap, while I assimilated information that under no circumstance would I ever be able to write about in this blog. So forgive me for that "I know something you don't know!" moment. I just couldn't help it.
But I do know something you don't know. Just so you know.
The company was so interesting that we completely missed the opening ceremonies, but I'm thinking we didn't need to know that the convention was now officially open. The madness in the bar made that obvious enough.