And later in the evening
May. 29th, 2004 11:41 pmCubs 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.
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.