It’s Wednesday, a few days since Archon, and I’m now reconsidering the convention. I didn’t have a bad time. I had some great conversations (thank you Vanessa, Jill, Rachel, Lorenzo, Tom, Selina, Lynn, and the folks who showed up at the workshops and no doubt several others I’ve neglected to name) and the art show held some nice pieces, etc.
Usually when I get done with a convention, I’m inspired. I get jazzed up and come home rarin’ to write deathless prose. Not this time. I’ve been writing constantly on one thing or another for the last six years, almost all novels. …