Well, it’s time for Clarion.
I can’t say I’m not nervous, but at
some point last week I rolled off the main hump of nervousness and moved into
the groove of excitement. My packing
list is marked (Ewok doll, check; Shakespearean insult mug, check; my roommates
are bound to think I’m cool!), and my shorts are rolled up at the hems, ready
for the beach.
To San Diego I go, bordertown,
harbortown. Is there anything else that
I need to prepare? This’ll be my first
peer-critiquing workshop (because up until now I’ve lived like a hermit in the
hills, shielding my scribbles with a well-placed elbow whenever anyone
approached). But I have confidence in my
own adaptability and my peers’ tactfulness, so we should be fine. Star Wars paraphernalia aside, all I’m
bringing is my mind, and hoping it’ll be enough—hoping I can live up to the challenge.
The Intergalactic Coffeeship will take a
long, boring journey through uninhabited space while I’m gone: blogging and participating in nerdly SF workshops
feels like the kind of madness-inducing exercise that wise people avoid. I’m considering lining up some guest
bloggers, so it might be best to check the site periodically. In any case, though, thanks for giving me
your attention ‘til now.
I’ll be back in the heat of
August. Au revoir.
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