Working on the outline for book two. It's getting there, but I can't nail the ending. I feel I'm missing something, something that should be in plain sight. I'm trying to go back to what made me write this story, what I wanted it to be about--this should tell me what the end should be, right? So for now I've typed up a few guiding thoughts and keep staring at them in the hope that the answer will reveal itself...
Dublin WorldCon Report
I keep telling myself I should write more, but then I just end up reading other people's blogs and deciding I've got little to add… Anyway, now that my friend has left after the post-con visit, my con is truly over. I had a great time. I met new people, reconnected with those I already knew, distributed my share of bearhugs, did some panels, attended much too few, and cried at the Hugos. I would have wanted to attend more panels, but time was limited and I didn't want to spend it standing in lines. Also, I made a decision to prioritise meeting people over going to panels, because as great as they can be, it is 1) hit and miss, even with the best participants, and 2) I can usually access the information/discussion in some form online or in a podcast and getting IRL time with friends is not something that can be as easily replaced. That's also the reason why I spent more time with people from outside the UK, whom I'm not likely to meet for at least two year
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