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.