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Conned Again

My wife and I had planned to go to SheVaCon, the nearest science fiction / fantasy / gaming convention to us, this weekend. Of course, my back, while improving, still gives me periods of excruciating agony. It's like someone's pouring molten lead down my leg, which is a step up from the molten iron of weeks past.

And then while we're getting ready, she falls down the damn stairs and twists her ankle.

Oh, we went anyway - no sense wasting the hotel and con fees - but neither of us can really lift anything, and we're both moving like 90 year olds. Actually, I've seen a lot of 90 year olds who could outpace us right now.

So we're here, but we can't really do anything. I hope that later I'll have a chance to mingle among the hordes of geekdom here, avoiding LARPers and catgirls while coming up with ideas for my next Fantasy newsletter and looking for one of the many writing workshops...

...speaking of which, it seems next year's writer guest of honor will be Larry Niven.

I don't care if I'm in a fucking full-body cast next year; I'm totally going to THAT.