I love me a good Wiscon, don’t get me wrong, but I’ve never stayed Thursday-Tuesday before, and yes, it’s Sunday night and I’m incredibly burned out. It takes a lot of effort to get ready for those things. After I blew through the first couple days of “I love all these people! It’s so great to see them!” personal stuff started to wear me down, and I found I suddenly felt this desperate need to be interesting.
I’m stunned at the huge feelings of inadequecy by day three, where everything that comes out of my mouth starts to sound way too loud and stupid and all I want to do is drink liquor and burn something.
I knew this was going to be a stressful Wiscon, but it hasn’t been as blazingly, gloriously, stunningly bad as I thought it would be.
It’s at acceptable levels of screaming terror, which is all right.
I’ve met some great people and got to sit down and talk to others who I didn’t know so well, and really, socializing and a couple of panels that inspire some note taking is all I want out of a good con…
What can I say?
I’m easy.
