Sassafras Moon (belatedly, and mixed with a con report)

If I’d written this on time, I’d probably be talking more about creative things; at that point I was between 13,000 and 14,000 words into nanowrimo. (And I’m still at that same point; the sometimes-functioning laptop I had with me at Windycon wouldn’t start up while I was there. Of course, it would be easier to do nanowrimo sometime like January or March, when I’d mostly stuck inside for winter anyway, with no holiday and no holiday shopping and no need to mulch roses and no convention to go to…)

I took a few vacation days between getting my flu shot (Tuesday) and Windycon; I didn’t feel lousy, as I often do after a flu shot (though not nearly as badly as when I get the flu), but I was awfully tired, and had a whole list of things to accomplish, only some of which happened.

But Windycon was good. I got stuff in the art show, and though nobody bought any of it, people weren’t buying much. All the dealers I talked to said sales were down—way down if they sell expensive things—and the art auction was very, very short. The con was smaller than usual, and a friend reported that the parties closed earlier than usual, which fact he attributed to a limited budget for party supplies, especially of the alcoholic sort. I also saw some people who showed up for just one day (or one evening). I was on a couple of panels, which were interesting.

For me, probably the highlight was getting to sing my parody of Stray Dog Man tobedlamhouse, acapella (one of the things on my to-do list that didn’t get done was figuring all the chords).

( 21st Century Stray Mutt Man )

He enjoyed it, and I gave him my only paper copy (complete with all the typos I noticed while singing it) though I’ve tried to fix them for this post.

 

 

Sassafras Moon (belatedly, and mixed with a con report)

If I’d written this on time, I’d probably be talking more about creative things; at that point I was between 13,000 and 14,000 words into nanowrimo. (And I’m still at that same point; the sometimes-functioning laptop I had with me at Windycon wouldn’t start up while I was there. Of course, it would be easier to do nanowrimo sometime like January or March, when I’d mostly stuck inside for winter anyway, with no holiday and no holiday shopping and no need to mulch roses and no convention to go to…)

I took a few vacation days between getting my flu shot (Tuesday) and Windycon; I didn’t feel lousy, as I often do after a flu shot (though not nearly as badly as when I get the flu), but I was awfully tired, and had a whole list of things to accomplish, only some of which happened.

But Windycon was good. I got stuff in the art show, and though nobody bought any of it, people weren’t buying much. All the dealers I talked to said sales were down—way down if they sell expensive things—and the art auction was very, very short. The con was smaller than usual, and a friend reported that the parties closed earlier than usual, which fact he attributed to a limited budget for party supplies, especially of the alcoholic sort. I also saw some people who showed up for just one day (or one evening). I was on a couple of panels, which were interesting.

For me, probably the highlight was getting to sing my parody of Stray Dog Man tobedlamhouse, acapella (one of the things on my to-do list that didn’t get done was figuring all the chords).

( 21st Century Stray Mutt Man )

He enjoyed it, and I gave him my only paper copy (complete with all the typos I noticed while singing it) though I’ve tried to fix them for this post.