It was a long and arduous journey from New York City to San Diego last Thursday. Oh, the delays! Oh, the taxiing! Oh, the stand-bys!
When I told her I liked to arrive at the airport two hours early, Ellen replied:
“I’m more like Peter Sellars, who said he likes airplanes to be like taxicabs: He gets to the airport, gets on one, and it leaves.”
Daunting! But, see, it worked!
The second thing was the book I read on the airplane. It was Delia’s book, actually released during the convention. It’s a Young Adult time-travel fantasy called The Freedom Maze. I sank into its story as doth the unwary sheep in the treacherous highland bog, and emerged from the last page as we were landing in Texas. Where, due to earlier delays in New York, we’d missed our connection flight.
But have no fear, gentle readers! Even though I was certain I’d never make it to World Fantasy in time for my VERY FIRST EVER WORLD FANTASY READING, the Gods of the Air (and my two traveling companions, AKA fairy godmothers) were with me. Lo was I shunted onto the next flight, the Last of the Stand-By passengers, while Ellen and Delia waved goodbye and sent me texts saying:
“We are eating BBQ and feeling no pain.”
They were booked on the next flight out. I was on my way. I fell promptly asleep.
The good stuff doesn’t end there, but only begins. Not only had my baggage arrived before me, but Kate Baker (“Narrator, Writer, Singer, Gamer, Geek,” as her website proclaims) recognized me in baggage claim and called my name.
We’d met, it turned out, at ReaderCon. I blinked blearily at her and blathered something indubitably unintelligible. She laughed at me in the most compassionate possible manner and offered to share her cab.
I have always depended on the kindness of fantasy writers.
Whoosh! Just like that, I was at the Town and Country Hotel. In the lobby, I fell into the arms of my friends — Jessica Paige Wick (poet, writer, co-editor of Goblin Fruit), Katie Lynne Redding (erstwhile bookstore owner and dear companion), Caitlyn Paxson (writer, singer, harpist, storyteller), Patty Templeton (AKA “The Dread Patty,” writer, punk rock goddess, Black Gate blogger and part-time tigress), and John O’Neill (noble Black Gate Founder and Editor and Robot Overlord).
I just had time to change clothes in our hotel room (there was a Girl in Blue portrait on the wall. My four roommates were convinced that this portrait was possessed by Fell Powers, and to that end had covered it with a scarf) and was whisked off to my reading through the labyrinthine mazes of Town and Country.
As bewildering as the layout of the hotel was (and remained) to me, with its convolutions and prehistoric flora and abundance of roses, I had friends who faced even greater challenges, as it was not Disability Accessible. I hope this is addressed in the future by the Concom.
My reading went well enough.
I rendered “Bluebeard’s Tale” from my poetry collection How to Flirt in Faerieland and Other Wild Rhymes, upcoming with Papaveria Press in April 2012. I used my Fake Hollywood Pirate Voice. The shift from verse to prose felt clunky to me but I read an excerpt from Jack o’ the Hills anyway, and it was not all bad. And some guy I didn’t know came up to me after and had me sign his copy of Rich Horton’s Year’s Best Science Fiction and Fantasy, which just TICKLED me.
Then a group of us ran to Tina Connolly’s hotel room for our “Fantastical Traveling Cabaret of Short Genre Plays,” an informal room-reading that Tina and I had been planning these many weeks. Steampunk superheroines, splatterpunk monster-fighting girls, apocalyptic chatroom drama (Tina calls it “time travel chat forum-punk”), and Muppet Liberation propaganda abounded. It was Big Fun.
(Tina’s great. Do you know her? This is Tina. Yes, yes. Now that you’ve clicked through to her website, you all want to read Ironskin. A steampunk Jane Eyre with fairies??? I mean, WHAT MORE COULD A GIRL WANT IN A BOOK??? But if I have to wait for it, so do you. So there. Why isn’t it Fall 2012 yet?)
In the meantime, somewhere in the hallways, I encountered our wonderful Howard Andrew Jones. (EVERYBODY knows HOWARD! He’s famous! He wrote Desert of Souls! He has been teasing us with the latest news of poor Asim, our favorite lunkhead, and how he’s being put through the WRINGER in the new sequel. Howard will not let us read any of it. We are, as a result, suddenly using first person plural as though we had “Regina” scrawled after our name.).
I also met Black Gate’s Art Evolution blogger Scott Taylor for the first time, and Dave Thompson (of Podcastle), with whom I’d been corresponding for a few months, and also Terri-Lynne DeFino, a writer friend whom I know through LiveJournal but had not yet met in the flesh. (I read her fantasy novel, Finder, on the way back to Chicago from San Diego. More on that later. But good stuff!)
And what did Terri-Lynne do when she saw me?
She gave me a pair of ruby slippers.
I’ve only wanted ruby slippers since I was, like, four.
And she gave them to me.
I think, eventually, we went back to our hotel room asleep. I can’t remember exactly when.
Stayed tuned for further adventures! Connie Willis! Neil Gaiman! Peter S. Beagle! Ysabeau Wilce! Patrick Rothfuss! SHARON SHINN!
And MANY MORE!