Sunday,
February 24, 2002
ConDFW - DAY TWO

Panels and babies and books, oh my!

Sunlight -- erg. Well, it wasn't that bad -- at least I hadn't found some hallway in which to fence Selina last night, resulting in a late-night bout of dehydration. I am learning, you know.

Lyndon woke up his usual chipper self, and decided that he wanted to take a nice, long shower, so I hopped into clothes and joined Julia downstairs for breakfast in the hotel's restaurant. Bill and Jerry from FutureClassics wound up joining us, and we talked about stories, Bill's experience the night before with his first Daddy-Daughter Dance (he took his daughter Sara, and apparently it was all just cute as hell), and plans for AggieCon (Bill found out that they do Rocky Horror, and immediately said, "I'm there." A tall, strapping Hoosier lad dancing around to the Time Warp -- this should be good. . .)

As soon as Lyndon was down and having breakfast himself, I stopped off at the front desk to check out, then headed off to the "Art of the Short Story" panel, where the audience members took turns helping little David Holcomb practice his walking while the panelists (Lee Martindale, Derek, Julia, and Selina) took turns talking about the ins and outs of short story writing. To be honest, more of us were paying attention to David than to the panelists, but when you have an adorable blue-eyed one-year-old very slowly and carefully picking his way along a forest legs, you are gonna pay more attention to him than to a discussion on short story writing.

After one last trawl through the dealer's room (which netted a slew of books I've been wanting for some time, including Selina's "Queen of Denial"), I hugged all and sundry, then headed home for a desperately needed nap while Lyndon headed off to do some shopping at Fry's. All in all, I must say that it's been quite a successful first con. I'm looking forward to next year's.

And yes, Selina, I WILL show up with weaponry, I promise.