home from Readercon

I got home at midnight last night from the airport. I thoroughly enjoyed Readercon, though the air travel was more grueling than usual. (Virgin America has switched terminals at LAX, which led to gate-related delays in both directions, and when I went to get my bag last night, they had put the bags for five flights on one baggage carousel, creating a mob scene. Then the car I'd booked to take me home didn't show up for quite awhile.) At Readercon I dealt with the usual jetlag, plus some perimenopausal unpleasantness. Nevertheless, I had fun. It was great to see friends (and eat delicious Indian food with friends) and attend panels and readings. My panels ("Hidden Figures" and "Horror Fiction Is Where I Put My Fear (and Lust, and...)") went very well. During the latter panel, I loved hearing Teri Clarke, Darcie Little Badger, and Elsa Sjunneson-Henry talk about writing and reading horror. My reading was scheduled during the dinner hour and wasn't as well-attended as the previous year, but it was a lot of fun reading "Don't Look Back."

I only bought one book at the Dealers' Room: So You Want To Be a Robot by A. Merc Rustad, which I'd been looking forward to snagging, but as it does every year, Readercon greatly added to my to-read list. I attended the Shirley Jackson Awards (wearing my The Haunting of Hill House t-shirt) and cheered when The Starlit Wood won for best edited anthology. As always, there wasn't enough time to see everyone and attend everything I would've liked.

Now I am doing laundry and battling Jetlag Part 2. It is good to be home.