I need to post more often.
I meant to leave for Midsouthcon early, but (as I was fond of talking about probably too much this weekend) I have a baby daughter now, so getting out the door isn’t the most coordinated effort. But a short visit with my dad (I have new stories about my Grandpa) and a few animal cookies later (I had to change my shirt), baby girl was dropped off and I was on my way.
If you happen to drive through Arkansas, be warned. There is construction around Russellville and between Hazen and Brinkley. Expect to get delayed. A lot.
Eventually, I made it to my destination. The Hilton in East Memphis that looks like a big round tower. As soon as I dropped my stuff, I said hello to the good folks at Yard Dog Press (my publisher). This year we were situated across from the folks at Kerlak books/Dark Oak press. As soon as I sat down behind the Yard Dog table, a fan came up and pointed to me, trying to remember where she knew me. “You’re one of the Four Redheads of the Apocalypse!” No. No I’m not.
Gryffindor or Slytherin . . . I would probably be sorted into Hufflepuff, actually.
The weekend was a whirlwind. I was on several writing mechanics panels including footsteps to a novel, how to take your lumps (about being edited), supporting characters, spread too thin (about time management), so you said (about dialog), anti-heroes, and writing short form.
I was also on a fun panel called “Would you rather?” As in “Would you rather comb snape’s hair or brush Gollum’s teeth.” It was a fun, rapid-fire panel where you had to answer questions and give reasons. I was a little punchy at that point, so I had a great time.
So Thor and Loki walk into a bar.
Memphis is always an interesting Convention for me. Different region, different fans than the ones I see in Kansas, Oklahoma and Dallas. More costumers here. Fewer NASA employees. I’m forced out of my comfort zone because of the different vibe and that’s not a bad thing.
Despite the steampunk theme, I saw fewer steampunk costumes this year. Perhaps the trend is cycling down in costuming. In books, it seems to be going strong. Kerlak has several new Steampunk Anthologies that look interesting.
Saw lots of people whom I love to see, but haven’t seen in a while. Tons of folks that I used to play with in the SCA – Brander, Leif, Mike, Kat, Melandra.
Bumped into Joy Ward and Walt Boyes and introduced myself. They told me that it’s nice to have a face to put with the stories that I’ve been turning in along with Brad for the 1632 universe. They also made the announcement (so It’s safe for me to say something). The 1632 universe was optioned by the BBC for a series. I’m excited to be one of the 140-150 authors involved in the project. (I think this might be the biggest shared world project in the history of . . . ever).
Ethan and his dragon poetry eggs. Dragon poetry has to be better than Vogon poetry.
Also saw a lot of talented writers. So here is a plug for authors who are not me who have great books out. Kat Robinson has a book out called “Arkansas Pie.” The book is just what it says on the tin. The best pies in Arkansas. Laura J. Underwood has a new Keltora book out from Yard Dog Press called Tales from Keltora, as well as Bad City, the sequel to Bad lands that she and Selina write together. Emilie Bush has two children’s steampunk books out (which I bought for my little girl). Kimberly Richardson who edits several steampunk books from Kerlak, as well as Tales from a Goth Librarian. Ethan Nathe, who in addition to his own books, was selling dragon eggs with tiny poetry scrolls inside.
And M. Keaton (writer of the Brass Africa steampunk stories) and I talked potential collaboration. Possibly something urban fantasy and noirish. Stay tuned for details if they become available.
On Sunday, I would have liked to linger, but the snowpocalypse was dumping weather on Missouri, and my hubby texted me photos of snow back home in Northwest Arkansas, so I bid a fond goodbye to folks after my 10:00 slot on Pro row and headed out. Only to get stuck in construction twice again. By the time I made it home, it was 7:10 p.m., and I saw no snow along the way. I guess whoever controls the weather likes me.