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World Fantasy Convention
Oct. 30th, 2002 10:25 pmIt's really, really a pain to go to a convention when your partner wants to go, too, and you have young children who are bored to tears by conventions.
I am crabby and (let's admit it) I have PMS. The book has not gone anywhere in the last few days, because I'm still missing crucial chunks of information that I need to go forward. Part of it is that I need to read more research. Part of it is that I'm nervous about this upcoming meeting with Inga the architect. Part of it is that I simply haven't figured critical elements out yet. I'm waiting for them to surface up from my back brain, like an ice fisherman waiting by the hole in the ice, and I'm feeling impatient. The house is a mess. They just buried my favorite senator. I yelled at my kids tonight, for no good reason, which makes me feel cruddy.
And now: this convention. I want to go and have a good time. I want to avoid looking like a fool on panels (although I'm on only one. With Jane Yolen. And Neil Gaiman. Oy.) I hope I can find interesting people for conversations and dinner expeditions. I want to not feel burdened and annoyed by the responsibility of looking after my own children.
If you're coming to World Fantasy, look me up. Come to my reading (Saturday at noon! With![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kijjohnson!) Go with me to dinner. Stop in at my panel and ask provocative, thoughtful questions. Charm my children for a half an hour so that I can look through the dealer's room without whines of "Mommy, can we go now?"
I'll be ever so touchingly grateful.
Peg
I am crabby and (let's admit it) I have PMS. The book has not gone anywhere in the last few days, because I'm still missing crucial chunks of information that I need to go forward. Part of it is that I need to read more research. Part of it is that I'm nervous about this upcoming meeting with Inga the architect. Part of it is that I simply haven't figured critical elements out yet. I'm waiting for them to surface up from my back brain, like an ice fisherman waiting by the hole in the ice, and I'm feeling impatient. The house is a mess. They just buried my favorite senator. I yelled at my kids tonight, for no good reason, which makes me feel cruddy.
And now: this convention. I want to go and have a good time. I want to avoid looking like a fool on panels (although I'm on only one. With Jane Yolen. And Neil Gaiman. Oy.) I hope I can find interesting people for conversations and dinner expeditions. I want to not feel burdened and annoyed by the responsibility of looking after my own children.
If you're coming to World Fantasy, look me up. Come to my reading (Saturday at noon! With
kijjohnson!) Go with me to dinner. Stop in at my panel and ask provocative, thoughtful questions. Charm my children for a half an hour so that I can look through the dealer's room without whines of "Mommy, can we go now?" I'll be ever so touchingly grateful.
Peg
