This is how I started this year’s WisCon: posing as Space Babe with a “blaster” in front of universe art, doing my best to look formidable and intimidating.
Once again, I was housed on the 13th floor of the Madison Concourse hotel. The signs all said “14”, but I learned to count in kindergarten and I’m pretty sure 13 is supposed to come after 12. (But maybe it’s true what some friends who couldn’t make WisCon this year said: the 13th floor is where you find all the folks who are there in spirit.)
As usual, WisCon was a whirl of ideas and experiences. I was part of a fascinating panel on “Where are the Women SF Writers” that took place on Monday morning when everyone was exhausted after the weekend of con plus the Sunday night parties. We drew a standing-room-only crowd. To get some idea of who we talked about, check out the posts on Twitter under #WomenSFWriters.
I heard some excellent readings. Andrea Hairston read from her new book, Will Do Magic for Small Change.
Timmi Duchamp read from her forthcoming novel, The Waterdancer’s World.
And on Sunday afternoon, I strolled by the Children’s Museum, where they have an outdoor display of things that look like street signs but say rather different things. I thought this one was very appropriate for writers:
I did a reading from The Weave and presented a paper on embodiment that I’ll do a full blog post on soon. I also met some new people and had fascinating discussions with so many smart people that my head is bursting at the seams. I’ve got about a zillion things to follow up on, and I’ve written down at least ten of them, so maybe some of them will happen.
But we’re on our way home now, on a slow train to Oakland. I’m sure the cats will be glad to see us. As this picture illustrates, Luna almost came with us: