We're all mad here

I am returned from Readercon.

This was my third year in attendance, and as cons go, it was particularly awesome. High points included, but are not limited to, meeting eegatland (and hearing the first chapter of her novel-after-next The Sword Dance), sdn's stories about Lloyd Alexander, a very rapid conversation about film with Eric Van, the expression on time_shark's face after he won his third Rhysling Award, reading a collaboration with lesser_celery, recording three of my poems in Drew Morse's hotel room, and the entire panel on Angela Carter. The Kirk Poland Memorial Bad Prose Competition ("Metal things that could think! Thinking metal things!") probably left me with permanent brain damage. I need to see yuki_onna and grailquestion (not to mention matociquala) in more than fleeting glimpses. My book haul was small, but worthy: Elizabeth E. Wein's The Lion Hunter, thanks to the dealer's room, and Ysabeau Wilce's Flora Segunda, thanks to rushthatspeaks. Next year, I am getting a room at the con hotel.

But first, I think I'm going to fall over.