I had an absolutely stellar time at this year's Readercon! I met or reconnected with scads of wonderful people (if you are one of them, please Comment and say Hello, so I can connect the person with the LJ-er). Apologies to beth_bernobich for forgetting Delia's necklace again, to sovay for missing her reading again, and to mroctober for giving him a hard time but you know you love it. Thanks to stephenhsegal for making the journey, and to suzych for being herself. Finally, to everyone in those late-night games of Mafia: Maybe next time you'll listen to my hunches before I get taken out! (Sybil's Garage explains it all much more eloquently than I can, plus you get to see pictures.)

I loved both my panels, which had smart, interesting people on them. I did manage to bring the wrong section of the new novel for my reading, but after a certain amount of snarling because I hate disappointments, I read it anyway, and it went well (though not as well as the one I meant to bring, grrr). Thanks to Jennifer Pelland, m.c. of the Broad Universe rapid-fire reading, I got to read 8 minutes' worth of my new short story, "Honored Guest," which will appear in Datlow/Windling's Coyote Road anthology (Viking, 2006) of trickster stories (the trickster is Jessica Campion from The Fall of the Kings, of course!).

We had a terrific panel on Interstitial Arts, at which I read from Readercon co-founder Robert Colby's manifesto from Readercon 2 (1988, Samuel R. Delany GoH), which sounds eerily like the IAF manifesto, including its title, Transcending Genre: What We're All About.

And I got paid for cleaning my room: I'm deaccessioning many of my old hardcovers from my days in publishing, and I brought 2 boxes' worth to the Book Room and offered them to dealers. While my old edition of Islandia (bought on the sidewalks of NYC for 50 cents) turned out not to be a valuable first edition after all, I did get $10 for it, and for several others. Which was an unexpected bonus, or, Virtue Rewarded.

I'm forgetting a lot, but I'm so tired only the back of my chair is holding me upright, and why I am typing instead of lying down beats hell outta me.

My Labyrinth talk is tomorrow (Monday 7/11) evening at Fruitlands. Then I'll lie down.