Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
Seanan McGuire
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Because coherence is a privilege, not a right.

I appreciate my privileges, really I do, but right about now, the idea of expressing myself in an entirely coherent and cohesive manner is pretty much entirely beyond me. Conflikt was wonderful, magical, and completely exhausting, in the way that a good working convention essentially always is. There was music, there was laughter, there was passing out in the con suite and complicating the judging of the songwriting contest...the usual things.

(Having now been a Guest of Honor, as well as a Toastmistress -- which is a much more common gig for me -- I have to say that I was right all along; Toastmistress is a far more tiring position. Although all those laps around the hotel probably contributed a lot to my end condition.)

Last night was a post-convention gathering for fire-spinning, fondue, cuddling with kittens, and generally existing as happy people in a happy people world. I was prompted to tell the story of my crazy uncle and his ravens, since Batya and Merav went and wrote them into a parody; Sooj and Betsy did their version of 'Tam Lin' for a deeply appreciative audience; we broke out 'Wicked Girls' and rocked the house. The usual assortment of wonders. And then I spent essentially the entire day in transit, resulting in me hauling my broken, battered carcass over the threshold to be mugged by Siamese cats.

All but one of the pre-orders designated for at-con delivery actually got delivered (I'm going to mail the last one). Only about half the chapbooks were complete by the con, due to unexpected issues with chickenpox, and they sold out with astonishing speed; the rest will be made available when they're finished (thus actually allowing people who got the first chapbook, but weren't there this weekend, to have a shot). I have bunches of new art cards in need of coloring; right now, I doubt I could stay inside the lines if you paid me.

Bed now. Coherence later.
Tags: busy busy busy, concerts, conventions, good things, post-con, state of the blonde, travel, utterly exhausted, wild adventures
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Glad you made it back. Don't worry about the lines. They'll wait.
Thanks, sweetie. Enormously appreciated.
It was amazing to see you; half of that amazement was that you at least pretended to remember me. :) Glad you had a good time and I hope to see you again next year if not sooner.
I did, in fact, remember you! (It admittedly helps that you use a picture of yourself with your LJ, thus creating a visual connection between 'name' and 'person I mostly interact with online.') I'll definitely be up in Washington again at least once before next year's convention.
*grins impishly* Ah but the real question is do you remember me from LJ or from Conflikt last year or both?
Both, actually!
I really enjoyed spending down time in your company, Seanan. Thank you. *grin*
Epic welcome!
A lot!
Ravens?
The whole 'ravens in the microwave' thing comes from my uncle's crazy-ass ravens, Edgar (dumb as a post, the victim of microwave imprisonment), Allen (way too smart for anyone's own good), and Lenore (acrophobic, agoraphobic, and mean).
Ah, okay. I heard the story from a mutual friend of Batya's and mine when I was in New York, but couldn't remember whose birds they were.

Miiiiiicrowaaaave.
And I totally responded in the wrong spot, but whatevs.
I promise not to have you beaten.
Not even if I begask nicely?
Maybe then. It can be negotiated.
See, that's why I like you, lady :D
They're all doing well, although Allen has started to slow down in recent years. Even ravens get old.
It was an awesome con and I really enjoyed your concert and hanging out.

I'm reminded of all the stories about the wing-clipped ravens at the Tower of London. They're probably not half as amusing as your uncle's are, though.

On an only-vaguely related note, did I miss the pre-order bonus version of "What a Woman's For?"
Nope! Jeff's been having kidney stone issues (quadruple yuck), so he hasn't finished the mixing. We should be able to get that up for download soon.
Baby. Big wonderful things have happened - come over to my place and check it out. Promise. Nothing but Good.
Noted!
I love my iron poet poem! Also, is there a mysterious box on your porch?
There is, but I haven't had a chance to explore its contents yet -- hopefully tonight.