It was great!
The End.
Just kidding. It really was great, and as always, it was the people who made it that way. Oh, man...I don't know where to start. (Well, how about at the beginning?) Okay, that's a good idea. But, do you mean, at the beginning beginning, waking up at 3:00am to catch the flight? (What? No, I mean at the beginning of the con. Thursday night, Broad Universe Party...) Oh, right. Okay, the Broad Universe Party...
It was fun to meet and talk with the Broads (some old, some new, some about-to-be-new), including Cat Rambo and Kathy Sullivan and JoSelle Vanderhooft and Roberta Gregory and Morven Westfield. Kathy, in particular, is just an astoundingly nice and consistently thoughtful person, and came to our rescue at least three times during the con -- for which I am very grateful. At this party, I also met John O'Neill and Howard Andrew Jones, publisher and editor (respectively) of
Black Gate. They're the kind of guys that immediately bring to mind the words "witty" and "erudite" and "charming" and "Harvard Literary Review" -- so when they started talking "taking over the world" and "tentacles," I immediately fell in love. No, but seriously, if you haven't read Black Gate, you should. Not only are the production values flawless, but the stories are incredible, walking that fine line between pushing the literary envelope and sheer fun readability.
The highlight of Friday was meeting and talking with Mark Rich, his wife Martha, and Rick Bowes. Mark and Rick are, on their own, extremely talented authors; together, they're, well...bizarre, but in the best of all possible ways. Their story "Jacket Jackson," which appears in
Electric Velocipede, is a screaming motorcycle ride over the rainbow, to the dark side of the moon, past the outer limits, and beyond. Just listening to the two of them in conversation is pure entertainment. Kiri sat next to Rick at dinner, and I'm sure that was the highlight of the con for her: she has dubbed him "The Funniest Man in the Universe." Mark and Martha are also musicians, and I'm lucky enough to have two of their CD's, which are just the combination of wit and artistry that I would have expected.
The other highlight of Friday was having lunch with Steve Segal of Weird Tales/Prime Books and Jenna Waterford. Steve and I were on a panel together ("Surrealism Trapped in a Jar") and so the topic of conversation was, naturally, the world of publishing, art, cats, and oh, yeah, surrealism and what we would talk about in the panel (he suggested that we stage a fight a la Jerry Springer, but I was dubious of his ability to take a chair hit without actually getting hurt). I have a lot of admiration for Steve and the work that he does (and the lovely person that he is), so it was a real treat for me. Kiri and I had coffee with Jenna later, and it was an extra-special treat to get to know her better, too.
Saturday night was, of course, the RedJack release party for Bruce Taylor's book
Edward: Dancing on the Edge of Infinity. Kiri was our party planner, and she did a fantastic job. It was risky, substituting candy, crayons, and Play-Dough for alcohol, but it worked, and I think people had a great time (of course, it didn't hurt that the TOR party was going on downstairs, basically serving as a bar for all of the parties -- shhh, don't tell them) -- and we ended up with some amazing Play-Dough creations (pictures to be posted soon). Bruce did a couple of readings, and we had prize drawings, and sold out of every copy of
Edward we had. What more could we have asked for?