So, on a lighter note, last night was the Lit Crawl
, and tiferet
pointed out something that I had missed what with not examining the Borderlands SF calendar more closely: that
would be reading. I determined that if I was awake, I would have to go, and I pried myself in that direction. I was later than I wanted to have been, so I put on the hustle and walked much faster than I was comfortable with in the direction of the bookstore. Sadly, this meant that I put on a burst of speed at the beginning, and by the end I was twice as exhausted, plus I was wearing my heavy shoes.
The café was already packed. Tif and some of her other friends had already got seats up front (in the back where all the writers and the mic and speakers were). I was lucky enough to be near an empty seat at a table in the back (the front, with the tables, baristas, and PEOPLE WHO WOULDN'T SHUT THE HELL UP), so I sat myself down and waited until the crowd thinned to get something. (The "something" I'd wanted was hot chocolate and a cream puff; due to the reading, steam was out, and they hadn't changed the sign to reflect the lack of cream puffs, so I wound up with iced coffee and a Danish.)
The quiet guy with the amazingly long black hair who's often at the parties wound up in the chair next to me, and we "chatted" a bit (I commented on the relative dearth of inappropriate yay-ing on one of my notecards, and we shared a few amused looks at several points), and that was fun.
It approaches NaNo season, so I made sure to bring notecards and pens with me. I got some outlining for When Lilith Attacks
(working title) done while we were waiting for stuff to start up, and then when the first guy up reading was not loud enough to be heard over the chattering in the peanut gallery even with the mic, I got some more done, so my head was immersed in Story. I did not even fully emerge while Seanan read the first chapter of FEED
, which is how deep I was in. That was great fun. (When Mira Grant advises you that she will be fully amplified, this is perhaps the time to run screaming.) She was plenty loud enough. More reading authors also need to be theatre-trained and singers.
At the last of Seanan's book parties, she'd talked about an urban fantasy trope that she had been irritated by and decided to consciously avoid in the Toby Daye books. The trope is where there's this couple who are OBVIOUSLY DESTINED TO BE TOGETHER, and they hook up in the first few chapters, but that's not sufficiently dramatic, so they break up, get back together, break up again, ad nauseam
. At which point she imitated the fight: "OMG YOU SLEPT WITH HER!" "Yes. She was Lilith, Queen of Fucking Everything In Sight. Your point is?" "YOU SLEPT WITH HER." Naturally, her saying this made things in my head start clicking and whirring, and Raven and Amber* stepped up, with Amber saying, "No, but she really was
Lilith..." *groan* Oh, Amber, honey.
* Yeah, so sometimes it's deuced inconvenient to have friends and characters named the same thing. amberfox
is my IRL friend. Amber of Amber-and-Raven is from the Cracked Phoenix series, and looks vaguely like smmc
with a personality that's a composite of too many wholesomely smutty awesome pagan women for me to actually be able to count them or figure out what element comes from whom.
The third author read poetry, and that was awesome, because they were awesome poems and I could actually hear most of them, as the crowd had both thinned out and piped down.
After the readings were over, there was general social. ( Collapse )Crossposted
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