Geeze, it started already and I’m missing it?
To be honest there isn’t much there that interests me. A Discworld or Star Trek convention this ain’t.
I don’t know if I’m depressed about this or not. I’m a writer, aren’t I? Shouldn’t something like this be my Mecca? Shouldn’t I want to have an all-access pass and be walking around there every day with cotton candy and a balloon in my hand? But about the only thing I want to go to is a talk William Gibson was taking part in.
What’s worse, I don’t even recognize most of the authors there.
It’s times like this that I wonder what the heck I’m doing writing. You’d think I’d be as familiar with the writing community as I am sci-fi or something. Right now I feel like a little boy trying to wear his dad’s work boots – clumsy and out of my league.
Of course, that’s why I have this bronze plaque on my desk:
Which is something he said when he was 87.