It happened again. No blogging. I meant to. Honest. Since last we spoke, dear blog, I’ve had dinner with friends, traversed a continent, changed nations, and arrived in Montreal. Much has happened. A fun dinner with lots of people, lengthy time in the bar, an appallingly bad panel, some time in the disappointing dealer’s room and so on.
What do I remember right now? Well, it’s 8.30am and I have a breakfast thing in 30 mins. Hmmm. Standing outside a hotel while Neil Gaiman walked past, with him stopping to introduce his Clarion class who trailed behind him like chicks after a mother hen to the folk assembled outside between drinks. Laughing more than I should with friends in the bar. Dinner last night with Nalo Hopkinson, Geoff Ryman, Ellen K etc., which was nice. Someone back home should get Ryman as a convention GOH. Funny, intelligent, articulate brilliant man. Um. Walking through Chinatown with Karen H, chatting with Bob, late night chats with Ellen, and so on.
Already there’s enough packed in around the alcohol and lack of sleep that I don’t know at I’m leaving out. Stuff. It’s busy, good, and odd. More later.