Just got back from FenCon X, the world’s foremost furry convention. Depressingly, most of the yiffing seems to have been replaced by the equally ghastly-named filking, as well as science fiction and fantasy discussion. Sad, but I managed to have fun anyway.
Quick shout-out to some of the people who made the weekend great:
– Barbara Wright (@zendragandt), author of the fantastic Pyramid Waltz series, my chauffeur and traveling companion. Her worldbuilding tips captivated the Red Oak Room while her constant references to stabbing frightened a significant portion of it. Go forth and check out her work!
– Erin Kennemeyer (@emkennemer), my second caravan comrade and obsessive-to-the-point-of-annoyance filk fanatic. She also served as Barbara’s unofficial publicist, and managed to get a request for one of her own unpublished stories apropos nothing other than being her normal awesome self.
– Jim Reader, hometown friend and longtime convention attendee who threw a bangin’ room party Friday night and brought all the boys (and girls) to the bar on Saturday. Had us cracking up as usual, and surprisingly, I didn’t find his caramel-tasting Jack Daniels Honey to be too unappealing, which is high praise for a teetotaler like me.
– Rosemary Clement-Moore (@rclementmoore), an unbelievably charming author and apparent purveyor of dinosaur porn who hit it out of the park in her panels with her wit and improv skills. You better believe I grabbed a book from her, straight out of the trunk all classy-like. You can buy her stuff from Amazon, which is possibly more convenient but not near as awesome.
– Michele Bardsley (@michelebardsley), hilarious and prolific author of the Broken Heart and Nevermore series…es (serii? Aggregate nouns are awful). Barbara, Erin and I showed up a half-hour early for a panel about death to find Michele preparing, and far from being dour, we proceeded to laugh ourselves to death talking about ball-jointed dolls and convention grudges. And that was before Amber Benson and Rhonda Eudaly joined the conversation … you know, actual panelists, instead of we three comedy saboteurs. It was both the least educational and most enjoyable panel of the entire weekend.
– MaryJanice Davidson, who prevented me from getting a book deal by throwing Patrick Nielsen Hayden over a balcony just as he was about to make an offer.
Of course, I had many fleeting interactions with other authors and fans, including the little brother himself, Mr. Cory Doctorow. I’ll have a more in-depth writeup coming soon (likely in two parts), but I wanted to throw out a quick mini-recap before I crash and wake up tomorrow confused why I’m surrounded by my own things (video game hardware from the 1990s and collectible porcelain otters, natch) instead of by a half-eaten midnight poboy and a room service menu.