My internet capabilities have been intermittent this weekend and my laptop's trackpad appears to be offering a dissenting opinion as to where the cursor on this thing is supposed to go anyway, but I wanted to comment on the Readercon situation.
I attended Readercon for the first time in 2005. I had never heard of it before the previous year; I was on two readings and a panel about speculative poetry and helped sell books of the same at a table in the dealer's room. I was invited onto the programming committee in 2008; the following year I joined the concom. I do not have a convention that feels like home—and I never expect to—but Readercon is the one that gives me the greatest pleasure in both its programming and its attendees and occasionally, as this year, performs above and beyond the call of duty in chasing my shoulder philosophers away.
As a writer, a reader, and a concom member who found out about the board's decision between the second and third acts of the Post-Meridian Radio Players' Summer Mystery Radio Theatre on Friday night, I am unhappy in the extreme that an environment which has been so generally supportive of me—and to judge from the anger and disappointment on my friendlist alone, of a great many others as well—is being threatened by the actions of its governing body, especially in a fashion that involves safety, boundaries, and other issues I feel personally as well as practically about. I am not interested in being part of an organization that cannot be trusted.
I am interested in changing what Readercon has turned itself into. I have voted. I will be at the debrief on Saturday. And I'm hearing suggestions, if you think there's anything that isn't getting through.
I attended Readercon for the first time in 2005. I had never heard of it before the previous year; I was on two readings and a panel about speculative poetry and helped sell books of the same at a table in the dealer's room. I was invited onto the programming committee in 2008; the following year I joined the concom. I do not have a convention that feels like home—and I never expect to—but Readercon is the one that gives me the greatest pleasure in both its programming and its attendees and occasionally, as this year, performs above and beyond the call of duty in chasing my shoulder philosophers away.
As a writer, a reader, and a concom member who found out about the board's decision between the second and third acts of the Post-Meridian Radio Players' Summer Mystery Radio Theatre on Friday night, I am unhappy in the extreme that an environment which has been so generally supportive of me—and to judge from the anger and disappointment on my friendlist alone, of a great many others as well—is being threatened by the actions of its governing body, especially in a fashion that involves safety, boundaries, and other issues I feel personally as well as practically about. I am not interested in being part of an organization that cannot be trusted.
I am interested in changing what Readercon has turned itself into. I have voted. I will be at the debrief on Saturday. And I'm hearing suggestions, if you think there's anything that isn't getting through.
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