WFC 2014 shall hence forward be known as novellacon for me. I love attending panels and filling my head with new knowledge and angles of thought until I can’t absorb another thought. I’m not so much a participant of Barcon though I made the rounds and caught up with most of the people I wanted, but one of my favorite parts, was processing on the last day. Processing in terms of taking the world building I’d been doing since Wednesday, the character building, the plot stacking, and churning that out at something I’m calling my Lobbycon Write-In.
There’s something about writing with the buzz of people surrounding me, especially when my brain is chock full of success stories for those who put their time in. It’s amazing what some of these writers do, and I’m in awe of the stories they’ve created. If I want to get there, I need to get my time in, do the hard work. Push through, get the words. It’s also immensely fun to write without concern for my normal responsibilities (kids, day job, managing the house). I can write to absolute brain-dead exhaustion without worrying that some crisis is going to come up and require me to take charge. The most I have to worry about is eating, sleeping, showering and charging my devices.
The panels at this con certainly impressed me. They were well organized to the point the panelists had either spoken by phone or emailed prior to the panel itself. The moderators performed their jobs amazingly well, keeping to the topic and asking through-provoking and entertaining questions.
I made it to one reading for a friend in my writer’s group and that was probably my best experience so far in attending a reading. (And while the fudge was delish, it simply added to a creatively planned reading).
I’ll probably have more to say as my brain digests the past few days, but for now, I just want to say that I’m really pleased the way this con went, from the organizing, to the old and new friends, to the team of Lobbycon Write-In computer watchers while I ran off the LR. 🙂
Later I’ll have to brag about the books – the free ones and the ones I bought. Peeps, it’s a year of reading. Seriously. Unless I give up writing for two months. Yeah, not going to happen.