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  <title>Rose-Owls and Pumpkin Girls</title>
  <subtitle>The Journal of Seanan McGuire</subtitle>
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    <name>Seanan McGuire</name>
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    <title>seanan_mcguire @ 2015-05-28T18:29:00</title>
    <published>2015-05-29T01:29:29Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Hairspray, "Without Love."</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Twenty years ago, I built my world around BayCon from January through May, with flashes scattered throughout the rest of the calendar.  I hung my social engagements and scholastic achievements in the spaces between meetings and convention duties, and I felt privileged to do it.  In many ways, this is the convention that built me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that convention anymore.  Like everything else in my world, like me, BayCon has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, I was privileged to do one of the things I would never, as a teenager, have believed I would one day do: I was BayCon's Author Guest of Honor.  (This makes me the only person ever to have been the convention's GoH, Toastmistress, and Chair.  In different years, but still.)  It's a smaller con than it used to be.  They do some things radically differently, to the point that I had to step back and go "this is not your con, even though it has the same name" before I could enjoy myself.  That doesn't mean they do things badly, or wrong; it was just like visiting a house where I used to live and seeing what color they had painted my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, I hung out with friends.  I did panels.  I gave a concert.  And sometimes, for a moment, when the light was right, I went back in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad for a girl who started in the Music Department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of music, my set list.  I was accompanied by Paul Kwinn and Kristoph Klover on guitar; Beckett Gladney on harmonica; and Margaret Davis on flute and harp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "This Is My Town."&lt;br /&gt;2. "Phantoms of Summer."&lt;br /&gt;3. "Maybe It's Crazy."&lt;br /&gt;4. "Preston Miller."&lt;br /&gt;5. "Dear Gina."&lt;br /&gt;6. "Mama Said."&lt;br /&gt;7. "Vampire Slayer Blues."&lt;br /&gt;8. "Death Danced at My Party."&lt;br /&gt;9. "Wicked Girls."&lt;br /&gt;10. "My Story Is Not Done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encore: "Jack's Place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Preston Miller" is by Dave Carter.  "Death Danced..." is by Talis Kimberley.  Everything else is by me.  We had a preschool dance party and sold T-shirts from a table at the back of the room, and it was an amazing end to a lovely con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always miss being sixteen and thinking it was the center of the world.</content>
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