The conference, that is.
No, there has been no sneaking into workshops or wine n' cheese parties. And when I say there has been no sneaking, I mean there has been a certain amount. But all in good fun. A lot of folks I met last year are there again, so I've been heading over to the hotel after work, hanging around, drinking martinis and trying not to be pretentious. My success at the latter seems to be inversely proportional to the number of empty glasses on the table.
I do have other things to tell, but I'm a bit pressed for time at the moment. The best news--for me, anyway--is this: 2,300 words' worth of shiny new short story on Sunday. This is the first new fiction I've written in months, and it's about 80% finished. So, I'm happy about that.
More later.
Oh, and read this thing Warren Ellis wrote about writing. This is what I want:
No, there has been no sneaking into workshops or wine n' cheese parties. And when I say there has been no sneaking, I mean there has been a certain amount. But all in good fun. A lot of folks I met last year are there again, so I've been heading over to the hotel after work, hanging around, drinking martinis and trying not to be pretentious. My success at the latter seems to be inversely proportional to the number of empty glasses on the table.
I do have other things to tell, but I'm a bit pressed for time at the moment. The best news--for me, anyway--is this: 2,300 words' worth of shiny new short story on Sunday. This is the first new fiction I've written in months, and it's about 80% finished. So, I'm happy about that.
More later.
Oh, and read this thing Warren Ellis wrote about writing. This is what I want:
That is what has happened to me tonight. I am beaming Sex Rays across the world and my brain is all lit up with Holy Fire. If I felt like it, I could shag a million nuns and destroy their faith in Christ.
From my chair.
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