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Wiscon

So very very tired today. Very! I started drifting off “only” once on the road yesterday, but thankfully Mr. Schwartz was driving with me and I’m sure would have prevented DOOM. (He thought I was making a very lazy lane change.) But the reason for that exhaustion was, of course, Wiscon and meant an excellent sort of exhaustion: staying up way too late with friends. My lingering bronchitis didn’t help matters, esp. when I was trying to read at our reading but for the most part I wasn’t knocked out of commission with illness. (Still, I really, really wish I’d get over this.) There were a ton of highlights naturally and I’m probably not going to mention everyone that I had chats with. The karaoke was a blast as usual-less hitches and glitches than in years past (not that there were that many to begin with). Sunday night semi-secret dance party actually DID go forward, though hope was dim for a long time (wandering around, trying to find a party room that would accommodate, uh, partiers). Thank you, Dr. Who! Thank you, TARDIS! Went to one panel-a most excellent one on book design which dropped much knowledge on me in terms of book making, for which I was very grateful. Probably the programming that seared into my memory most were the readings-just a fabulous set of them. Everyone’s stories that I heard really ruled, including my own reading group. Just some spectacular stuff all around. Lots of old faces who I hadn’t seen in awhile, or hadn’t seen at Wiscon before. Or seen ever before. [INSERT MANY NAMES HERE --sic] I was actually reasonably well rested from Friday night to Saturday night, but-and maybe it was the burst of dancing kinesis-but I didn’t…get…tired at all Sunday night and stayed up till 4:30, until the eastern sky began to grow light. As usual, I’m trying to recover enough energy just so I can get back to writing with all of the creative recharging that took place over the weekend. I don’t know if that makes sense, but it’s true.

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