Writer's Weekend--Day 4
Aug. 15th, 2004 11:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annathepiperAfter all the excitement of Saturday evening, the final day of the conference (Sunday the 25th) was almost anticlimactic--but then, it was the same sort of feeling you get on the last day of a good science fiction too, so this wasn't necessarily a bad thing in and of itself. It was just that it was the last day.
There were a few panels. I skipped them, mostly due to it being difficult to get me out of bed for anything short of nuclear attack, riots, or Alan Doyle offering me naked bouzouki lessons. There was also that I had to get my stuff packed so we could check out of the room.
What I did wind up attending, though, was the Farewell Speech (given by Karen Junker, which was short and sweet and basically amounted to 'thank you for coming and making this a hell of a conference, please attend next year in North Carolina!') and the discussion about organizing for the conference next year. I didn't say much, but I definitely heard a lot of enthusiasm out of a lot of folks--so it seems this conference really went over well with everybody, and there is a big drive to see it continue. I am not sure yet if I will go to next year's Writer's Weekend since it will be on the other side of the country--but then again, we're talking about a conference that could continue to help me develop a writing career, and hey. Olivia Gates came all the way here from Cairo for this year's conference--a hop across the U.S. seems almost tame by comparison.
When that was done I called![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
solarbird to ask her to come and get me. I had to hang out and wait for a while as she not only had to get a new tire for the car, she had to stop and get the bare-bones replacement machine for our server that had been hacked. While I waited for her to show, I hung out in the hotel lobby, edited Faerie Blood some more, and chatted with other folks who happened to sit down nearby.
And that was fun, and a fitting end to the conference--since it was, after all, all about the meeting of people.
mizkit and shadowhwk, thank you for encouraging me to go!
There were a few panels. I skipped them, mostly due to it being difficult to get me out of bed for anything short of nuclear attack, riots, or Alan Doyle offering me naked bouzouki lessons. There was also that I had to get my stuff packed so we could check out of the room.
What I did wind up attending, though, was the Farewell Speech (given by Karen Junker, which was short and sweet and basically amounted to 'thank you for coming and making this a hell of a conference, please attend next year in North Carolina!') and the discussion about organizing for the conference next year. I didn't say much, but I definitely heard a lot of enthusiasm out of a lot of folks--so it seems this conference really went over well with everybody, and there is a big drive to see it continue. I am not sure yet if I will go to next year's Writer's Weekend since it will be on the other side of the country--but then again, we're talking about a conference that could continue to help me develop a writing career, and hey. Olivia Gates came all the way here from Cairo for this year's conference--a hop across the U.S. seems almost tame by comparison.
When that was done I called
solarbird to ask her to come and get me. I had to hang out and wait for a while as she not only had to get a new tire for the car, she had to stop and get the bare-bones replacement machine for our server that had been hacked. While I waited for her to show, I hung out in the hotel lobby, edited Faerie Blood some more, and chatted with other folks who happened to sit down nearby.And that was fun, and a fitting end to the conference--since it was, after all, all about the meeting of people.
mizkit and shadowhwk, thank you for encouraging me to go!