I make sure to take it with me when I go

[sovay]

On the last day of Readercon, I drank tea asakiyume had brewed for me at the Ancillary Justice panel (of the ingredients, I remember only jasmine, marigold, and hyssop from her garden) and got a book signed in Greek from Michael Cisco. In the last programming slot of the day, I read my short story "The Trinitite Golem," sang one torch song and one murder ballad, and ranted about the hotel renovations. I came home to my husband and my cats. They have grown in my absence: they are not kittens any longer, but suddenly catlings. Autolycus purred back and forth around my arm, making sure it was me. This is not a con report. I am very tired, in some startling amount of pain, and I have deadlines to reach before I can sleep, but I am very happy.

Comments

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

That was a spectacular reading. And a pretty damned crunchy panel on WWI, as well. I am sorry that Readercon contrived to schedule me against nearly everything you were on, but very happy with what I heard of you.

Nine

[sovay]

That was a spectacular reading.

Thank you.

And a pretty damned crunchy panel on WWI, as well.

I'm glad! That was fun and should have been an entire programming track, or possibly convention.

I am sorry that Readercon contrived to schedule me against nearly everything you were on, but very happy with what I heard of you.

I'm sorry I didn't see you win the Jackson Award! Congratulations again on that.

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry I didn't see you win the Jackson Award!

Me too!

Congratulations again on that.

Couldn't have done it without you. Many thanks.

Nine