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I'm still living in my post-con exhaustion world. (And I have to socialize tonight, which stinks). On the other hand, unlike the last con I went to which wrung me out and left me too disgusted to write for a week or so, I came out of this one wanting to write.
Not today mind you, I'm too tired. But I'm rared up good for the next few months.
Not the panels. Not the fans. Certainly not the two goofy guys who kept lecturing the people at the panels...and the panelists (once even when a panelist was speaking). Not the fourth-grader who told me that J.K. Rowling only got published in the first place because she gave the editor of Rolling Stone a six-pack of beer (although that is a handy thing to know).
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Not today mind you, I'm too tired. But I'm rared up good for the next few months.
Not the panels. Not the fans. Certainly not the two goofy guys who kept lecturing the people at the panels...and the panelists (once even when a panelist was speaking). Not the fourth-grader who told me that J.K. Rowling only got published in the first place because she gave the editor of Rolling Stone a six-pack of beer (although that is a handy thing to know).
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