You skipped my queues and my lines
I got to Readercon and Fiona Maeve Geist greeted me with a copy of the Priestess of Morphine: The Lost Writings of Marie-Madeleine in the Time of Nazis (2015), so nothing about this weekend can be all bad.
Actually my first panel was a lot of fun; we discussed all kinds of ambiguity in horror, from vagueness to liminality to dislocation, and only in the last thirty seconds clarified the idea of horror as a genre of concealment and revelation, which I would like someone who isn't me to write about. Afterward I hung out with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rushthatspeaks, handful_ofdust, and ashnistrike, talking Indonesian horror and Canadian politics. I may or may not spend tomorrow on either side of my reading literally in bed; it seems that I am not just in pain, I am in fact sick. Immune system, this is not what I asked you to do. We'll see how much sleep I can get tonight. At least I have central air on my side.
My phone remains a flip phone, profoundly not designed for photography; you point it faceward and hope for the best. I decided I liked this attempt despite the blur.
After the fact it occured to me that I might be less blurry with better lighting. I am more often photographed with my hair loose than braided, but that's what it looks like at the end of a day.
I hope there are copies of my collection in the dealer's room. Three people have asked me so far. That's nice. It makes me feel less like my book is over.
Actually my first panel was a lot of fun; we discussed all kinds of ambiguity in horror, from vagueness to liminality to dislocation, and only in the last thirty seconds clarified the idea of horror as a genre of concealment and revelation, which I would like someone who isn't me to write about. Afterward I hung out with
rushthatspeaks, handful_ofdust, and ashnistrike, talking Indonesian horror and Canadian politics. I may or may not spend tomorrow on either side of my reading literally in bed; it seems that I am not just in pain, I am in fact sick. Immune system, this is not what I asked you to do. We'll see how much sleep I can get tonight. At least I have central air on my side.My phone remains a flip phone, profoundly not designed for photography; you point it faceward and hope for the best. I decided I liked this attempt despite the blur.
After the fact it occured to me that I might be less blurry with better lighting. I am more often photographed with my hair loose than braided, but that's what it looks like at the end of a day.
I hope there are copies of my collection in the dealer's room. Three people have asked me so far. That's nice. It makes me feel less like my book is over.
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Thank you. My immediate plans involve pitching over onto this hotel room bed. [edit] The rest of my night, unplanned, turned out to involve either food poisoning or a close facsimile of it. I feel very bitter.
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For most of the day I was not, but I think I may cautiously be reapproaching aliveness as opposed to mere not-deadness. Thank you.
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I'm glad to hear that, at least, and I hope so much that tomorrow is far, FAR better.