Next weekend, I’ll be at Rustycon — the science fiction convention held here in Seattle — and as more than one of the crowd.
The Rustycon folks were kind enough to invite me to participate as an attending professional. And so, I will be appearing in six panel discussions — moderating one of them — and reading some of my work.
I’m looking forward to it.
I have a new acquaintance to thank for the connection; two new acquaintances, actually. I’ve come to think of them as my Amtrak friends.
I met Fred and Johanna McLain on the train to Portland at the end of November, on the way to Orycon. They were across the aisle, we struck up a conversation when Fred asked me about a book I was reading, and it turned out that they were on their way to Orycon, too.
Fred’s been active in the Pacific Northwest science convention scene for years and he seems to know everybody. And he mentioned me to some of them. And that lead to an invitation to Rustycon.
Thank you, Fred. New friends are a joy of discovery.
Anyway, I’ve got one panel Friday night, five on Saturday, on everything from world-building to sex scenes in science fiction. They’re spread throughout the day so I’ll be hopping. And I will present a thirty-minute reading Sunday morning at 10:00 a.m.
If you’re going to be at Rustycon, come introduce yourself; I’d love to say hello and talk writing for a bit.
And stop by to hear me read, if you can. My voice echoes something awful in an empty room.
Saturday drinks with author and teacher Mary Rosenblum (who has been enormously supportive of 10Flash. Thanks again, Mary. I can’t say that too often.), Dale Smith and Shawna Reppert, whose flash fiction (respectively) Dead Wife Waiting and A Knight’s Vow will appear in the January 2010 and April 2010 issues of 10Flash. (Wait ’til you read them. Great stuff.)
the late Sunday afternoon chat with Camille Alexa, author of Push the Sky, a short fiction collection from Hadley Rille Books, and flash fiction editor for Abyss & Apex magazine. Smart and funny lady.
I hope to talk more about Orycon later. Right now (it’s a bit after midnight), I’m going to bed. I am usually a night writer but at this moment, I’m exhausted.
Got into Portland just before two p.m. yesterday, after a great trip down via Amtrak. The only negative part of the journey was trying to figure out how to get into Union Station in Seattle. I swear they don’t want people to use the place.
Seating aboard the Coach Starlight was fantastic. The first time I’ve ever traveled anywhere by public transportation when I was able to stretch my legs out in front of me. Lunch in the dining car was tasty — a nicely cooked burger and a slice of peanut butter and chocolate pie.
I had a chance to chat with people on the train. A couple nearby — Fred and Johanna — were on their way to Orycon, too. Nice folks. The three of us rode the street car to the Double Tree hotel.
My room is spacious and I had a great night’s sleep. Unfortunately, I crashed early because I stayed up all night Thursday night, working on a story, and by six p.m., I was stumbling and incoherent.