Well, a week after WisCon, and I’ve finally recovered. (New job and dogsitting took up a lot of my brain in the meantime. Why did I think it’d be a good idea to start a new job right after WisCon?) As usual, there wasn’t nearly enough time to talk to all the fantastic people, and yet I had a great time — hallway conversations on artistic integrity, crits over crepes, dancing like a loon and loving it, discussing the Holy Grail with a very patient medievalist, and so much more. Not even my very bad sleep decision (I’ve got a 6 AM flight? I have to get up at 3:30 to get there? Well, I might as well stay up till 2 AM anyway! ahahaha no) could dampen my enjoyment of the weekend. Although the shimmery, Barbie-pink dress I ended up with at the clothing swap may be one of those tangible regrets…please let there be no pictures.
Next up: things I learned from The Big Long Revision.