Even at a con...

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Elizabeth Bennet


Which Jane Austen Character are you? (female)
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Even at a con...

...there's always time for a quiz.



Elizabeth Bennet


Which Jane Austen Character are you? (female)
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Oh, btw

the previous quiz was swiped shamelessly from tappu

Oh, btw

the previous quiz was swiped shamelessly from tappu

Hi, daveamongus!

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Definition:	Able to articulate efficiently with the use of few words.
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Hi, daveamongus!

Another meme swiped from tappu

A very "special" dictionary. by lily22
Look up:
Definition:	Able to articulate efficiently with the use of few words.
Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!

Wiscon Saturday

Busy. Awoke to a fairly hard rain--ran into folks who had braved the weather to visit the Farmers Market, and saw many instances of wet hair and soaked clothes. Apparently there were many good price breaks to be had because of the weather-related reduction in customers.

Two panels today--the Whither the Female Hero panel with Syne Mitchell and the Characters Are People Too panel with Patricia McKillip, Susan Palwick, and John M Ford. Lots of good discussion about reader expectations versus the need for the writer to push boundaries, the developing archetype of the female hero, and how characters can hijack storylines no matter how hard you try to keep them under control. Lots of folks in the audiences as well, which was gratifying.

Tonight is the Tiptree auction, followed by my reading. I was able to finish the scene that I want to read--this is the first time in months that I stayed up until after 1am *writing*. I'm not sure if it's keeper material--first chapters are the most difficult for me--but I can live with it for now and I'll take it.

Committed jewelry today--argh. A ring courtesy of Darlene Coltrain, green moldavite in gold with sterling silver accents. It's a lovely piece.

Dinner was committed as well, grilled elk loin with seasoned mashed potatoes and spaghetti squash. Tiramisu for dessert, with a nice merlot. Not to tempt fate, but at the moment Life is Good.

Wiscon Saturday

Busy. Awoke to a fairly hard rain--ran into folks who had braved the weather to visit the Farmers Market, and saw many instances of wet hair and soaked clothes. Apparently there were many good price breaks to be had because of the weather-related reduction in customers.

Two panels today--the Whither the Female Hero panel with Syne Mitchell and the Characters Are People Too panel with Patricia McKillip, Susan Palwick, and John M Ford. Lots of good discussion about reader expectations versus the need for the writer to push boundaries, the developing archetype of the female hero, and how characters can hijack storylines no matter how hard you try to keep them under control. Lots of folks in the audiences as well, which was gratifying.

Tonight is the Tiptree auction, followed by my reading. I was able to finish the scene that I want to read--this is the first time in months that I stayed up until after 1am *writing*. I'm not sure if it's keeper material--first chapters are the most difficult for me--but I can live with it for now and I'll take it.

Committed jewelry today--argh. A ring courtesy of Darlene Coltrain, green moldavite in gold with sterling silver accents. It's a lovely piece.

Dinner was committed as well, grilled elk loin with seasoned mashed potatoes and spaghetti squash. Tiramisu for dessert, with a nice merlot. Not to tempt fate, but at the moment Life is Good.

And later in the evening

Cubs lost. Boneheads.

Had to leave the Tiptree auction to go to reading, darnit. Ellen Klages, Tiptree-Auctioneer-for-Life, came out wearing a chicken suit. Apparently she lost a poker bet to Eleanor Arnason, and had to pay it off by opening the auction wearing a chicken suit. She lasted through 4 items until the heat got to her and she doffed the head. A few more items passed, and she auctioned off the opportunity to remove the chicken suit proper from her body to several buyers.

Yes, this is considered an academic convention--why do you ask?

I think the reading went ok. I like the general tone of the new chapter one. The only issue is making sure that I can keep old readers interested while not leaving new ones mired in the backstory murk. The usual series issue.

Returned to the auction in time to score Spacebabe eyeshadow and a proof of Pterry's HAT FULL OF SKY. By this time, Ellen was wearing a gold spangly jacket. Before I left for the reading, she had been asked if she would remove her t-shirt for money, and she said she would. Someone offered a couple of bucks, and she said forget it. After I left, though, the bidding must have caught steam, because according to Amy Thomson, she had removed her t-shirt.

It's for a good cause.

My last panel is tomorrow afternoon, on the subject of plotting. After that, all I have left is the mass signing on Monday morning, and a midlife writers panel that I really want to attend.

And later in the evening

Cubs lost. Boneheads.

Had to leave the Tiptree auction to go to reading, darnit. Ellen Klages, Tiptree-Auctioneer-for-Life, came out wearing a chicken suit. Apparently she lost a poker bet to Eleanor Arnason, and had to pay it off by opening the auction wearing a chicken suit. She lasted through 4 items until the heat got to her and she doffed the head. A few more items passed, and she auctioned off the opportunity to remove the chicken suit proper from her body to several buyers.

Yes, this is considered an academic convention--why do you ask?

I think the reading went ok. I like the general tone of the new chapter one. The only issue is making sure that I can keep old readers interested while not leaving new ones mired in the backstory murk. The usual series issue.

Returned to the auction in time to score Spacebabe eyeshadow and a proof of Pterry's HAT FULL OF SKY. By this time, Ellen was wearing a gold spangly jacket. Before I left for the reading, she had been asked if she would remove her t-shirt for money, and she said she would. Someone offered a couple of bucks, and she said forget it. After I left, though, the bidding must have caught steam, because according to Amy Thomson, she had removed her t-shirt.

It's for a good cause.

My last panel is tomorrow afternoon, on the subject of plotting. After that, all I have left is the mass signing on Monday morning, and a midlife writers panel that I really want to attend.