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Not Jetlagged, Exactly, But Close
Jul. 25th, 2006 03:41 pmBack in California, back from Writercon. And I appear to have completely missed the big heatwave hitting San Francisco - according to Toys, who met me at the airport, it was sweltering. And I missed it! Yesss! (I mean, yeah, it was sort of hot in Georgia, but I expected that - hello, Georgia. In the summer. Serious heat in SF? Never! I've learned to love that coastal fog, at least during heatwaves.)
I did make my flight on time after all. Which was a close thing for awhile - I'd miscalculated a bit on how late to leave for the airport while hanging around the lobby with the group of Last to Leave Writercon (Please Turn Out the Lights) because when you're having fun discussions about comic books and politics and just what exactly is that special chemistry between Sheppard and Rodney, who wants to rush off to the airport so you can just sit around? Wonder of wonders, though, my flight was delayed. The universe made it wait for me, I swear. After sprinting through the airport like OJ in those Avis commericals, I got nearly 45 extra minutes to chill. I even had time to inhale a sandwich. My karma must be good right now.
Words are going to kind of fail me for awhile in summing up the whole Writercon experience - just catching up to everybody else's reports is gonna take some time. I can't even begin to list everybody I met there and talked to, and there were still more than I didn't get a chance to speak with -![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
germaine_pet I only saw from across the room, and there went my chance to squee at her like a big fangirl. And that was probably the oddest thing about the whole experience - just about everyone there was at least some variety of celebrity, in fanfic terms, and I kept bouncing back and forth from wanting to chat with people like pals, or get into spirited, LJ-like debates, or gush at them about their work. A few people I did at least get a chance to gush at, in an understated sort of foot-scuffing way, and hopefully that got across.
You guys were, and are, awesome. What an insane bunch of gorgeous, smart ladies (and a few guys).
More specific stuff later. For now... back to work.
I did make my flight on time after all. Which was a close thing for awhile - I'd miscalculated a bit on how late to leave for the airport while hanging around the lobby with the group of Last to Leave Writercon (Please Turn Out the Lights) because when you're having fun discussions about comic books and politics and just what exactly is that special chemistry between Sheppard and Rodney, who wants to rush off to the airport so you can just sit around? Wonder of wonders, though, my flight was delayed. The universe made it wait for me, I swear. After sprinting through the airport like OJ in those Avis commericals, I got nearly 45 extra minutes to chill. I even had time to inhale a sandwich. My karma must be good right now.
Words are going to kind of fail me for awhile in summing up the whole Writercon experience - just catching up to everybody else's reports is gonna take some time. I can't even begin to list everybody I met there and talked to, and there were still more than I didn't get a chance to speak with -
germaine_pet I only saw from across the room, and there went my chance to squee at her like a big fangirl. And that was probably the oddest thing about the whole experience - just about everyone there was at least some variety of celebrity, in fanfic terms, and I kept bouncing back and forth from wanting to chat with people like pals, or get into spirited, LJ-like debates, or gush at them about their work. A few people I did at least get a chance to gush at, in an understated sort of foot-scuffing way, and hopefully that got across. You guys were, and are, awesome. What an insane bunch of gorgeous, smart ladies (and a few guys).
More specific stuff later. For now... back to work.