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This morning over coffee, Julie said "So what's your Baycon schedule, then, Chaz? Interested parties want to know..." - and I did have to confess that I didn't know. I knew I had it somewhere; hell, I'd even read it...

It was pointed out to me - quite forcefully, in fact - that this was small use to anyone else, or indeed to myself if I couldn't remember it. Other people, I was reminded, post theirs in public fora, to make the information accessible to others, with the possible notion of attracting a small, y'know, audience.

So okay, then. Here is my BayCon schedule:

1. Themed Reading: Urban Fantasy on Friday at 9:00 PM in Central
(with Kyle Aisteach, Pat MacEwen, Kevin Andrew Murphy, Jaymi Elford)

Authors read from their urban fantasy works.


2. Location, Location, Location -- Setting Your Story in an SF World on Saturday at 9:00 AM in San Tomas
(with Juliette Wade, Paul Carlson, Todd McCaffrey (M), Aaron Mason)

Your character has to live somewhere, and that somewhere needs to support the story. It's embarrassing to have a great scene all written involving bikini- or Speedo-dressed people, when they all live in the first permanent settlement on the Moon, and only landed yesterday....


3. How to Tell one Dragon from another on Sunday at 11:00 AM in San Tomas
(with Audrey Kiehtreiber (M), Irene Radford, Pat MacEwen)

Not all dragons are alike. Simple mistakes in taxonomy can be dangerous to your plot line or your health. In this panel we present dragons in history, myth, and folklore from Asia to New Age.


4. Themed Reading: Fantasy on Sunday at 9:00 PM in Alameda
(with Jenna M. Pitman, Pat MacEwen, David Friedman)

Come listen to authors read from their fantasy works.


...Apparently I have two separate readings, Friday and Sunday. I shall read two separate things. Y'all should definitely come to both. A panel is only a panel, but a good piece of work is a Smoke.

If ever two people were more glad to get home, I'm really glad not to have had to deal with whatever those two people were dealing with. Sufficient unto the Chaz is the life thereof.

So the last few days have been a struggle, not helped by the fact that we both have physical issues much exacerbated by long days in aeroplanes and nights of not sleeping. Me, I am back on the codeine again (and was briefly surprised to realise that I hadn't eaten all day and am still not hungry...). K still takes more pills than I do, but I'm narrowing the gap. At least until I can get this shoulder fixed. I'm vaguely hopeful that there may be massage on offer at BayCon this weekend; they fixed it for me at FogCon, and one miracle begets (dreams of) another.

In related news, I did very nearly post a brag last night, to the effect of "All you people who worry how much I drink? Stop worrying: these are stressful times, and I am apparently dry in Alabama." Only then a six-pack intervened, so not so much, actually. But still. The funeral baked meats went down with water, and I made no fuss at all. (Yes, yes, I know, Not About Me. That's rather my point. But this blog is, so.)

In honesty, I didn't really think about it much. Other things on my mind. Karen was remarkable all trip, but you'd expect that.

Now we're home, and I have gathered in the last of the fava beans. We had to wash our mid-afternoon pills down with wine, because the water was off; then I thought I'd sit in the garden and read, only I kept falling asleep. Well, hell, we were up at four this morning, and I didn't sleep at all the night before. Tonight, in my own bed, with my own cats about me - I can't wait. Possibly neither can they. Except that a roasted chicken has to intervene. With fava beans and brussels, and roast potatoes, and gravy. And there's been a request for ice cream, so I'm back to Lucky's in a bit.