That may have been the most uniformly enjoyable Boskone I’ve ever been to. Maybe it’s because I remembered to actually head home and sleep, maybe it was just a change in my attitude this year, but I had a blast. Every panel I was on was fantastic — the Heroine’s Journey absolutely rocked — and everyone I talked to was charming and fun and fascinating. Yeah, I probably sound like Pollyanna, but damn, I had a great time.
After all that, I didn’t even crash and sleep for fourteen hours as I often do after cons, so maybe this whole “get appropriate amounts of sleep” thing is the right way to go about it. Instead I came home, worked on the short story that’s taking up time between the drafts, attempted a new recipe and succeeded, and utterly failed to get out of Ravenholm (but I know what I did wrong! stupid zombies).
And now it’s snowing outside, the short story’s almost done — the crummy first draft, anyway — and I have new books to read. Soon I’ll even have coffee.