NaNoWriMo passed yesterday. As I expected, I was no-where near finished, much less to 50k words. Which is fine: I’ve many other things pressing for my time, and I’m finding the characters engaging and the genre a good challenge, so I don’t want to rush. Still: deadlines. So, I think I’ll set Christmas as my writing stop-date. As I’m guesstimating that this one will be a little longer than my first two – maybe 65k words – that’ll give me January to… hang on, something just came in on my ‘writer’ email….
Oh. It appears my one-hour panel, ‘Creative Writing and Self-Publishing’ for Ohayocon 2017, in Columbus, Ohio, has been approved. Sure be nice if I could give a more current example than 10-month old Echoes of Family Lost. Hmmm. January 15th….
‘Scuse me: I need to go make some coffee for tonight. I’d best see how Maya gets her memory back so she can start killing people again. Cheerio!
WTF has WordPress done now? Changed their input window for no tanjed reason; likely some unemployable nephew. Assholes.
Anyway. Ohayocon was qualified fun: the local hotel was undergoing remodeling – which was a huge bother – the staff was over-the-top-helpful this time, only 5 of the 6 panels I went to sucked ass*, and my girls – off on their own – did not get molested. And, back in the room, post-chemo wife was chill.
In the Dealers Room, found some Aria swag for myself and a gift each for my two pharmacist sempais. And several gifts for my sick wife. Took only a few pix, see below, but many conversations. I do so love our animecon kononia! Some great after-con talks, too: hi, Beck! (get those lymph nodes checked out!)
*Hosting a panel is so simple; I thought.
Note to those making a panel: Powerpoint, stick to your topic, crush trolls, answer questions.
This ain’t rocket science, boys. Sheesh.