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Con Prep, etc.

I have hit that stage of con prep where I am either ready or so totally unready that I have no hope of achieving readiness, and have thrown in the towel. As I cannot ever quite distinguish the two, we’re calling it good.

Today I slung mulch, and am now trying to beat my way through the jungle of my in-box, preparing to go out and continue the editing slog through Bread Wizard. I’m 150 pages in, out of 250. It’s slow going. I’ve tacked on six or seven thousand words. Some parts I have definitely fixed and improved, other things I’m flailing in the dark hoping that I have thrown enough words at it to fix it. This is why we have editors. I am slathering on the word-spackle, trying to patch a hole, and she’s gonna come through with a putty knife and smooth it out so that it doesn’t look like a giant crusted wall-tumor.

Metaphors. Let me show you them.

I will have one leather mask at the con, but not in the art show. It’s not actually wearable unless you have a weird head and very small eyes—playing with the leather got away from me—so it’ll be at the table. I’d be happy to sell it as wall art, but I want to be able to explain in person that it’s not a wearable object. (It’s a rockhopper penguin, and has cool swirly head bits.)

Blue-gray gnatcatchers raised a brood in the yard. Never saw the nest, but there’s four of them bopping through the sideyard now, and two of them are rather more klutzy than normal for gnatcatchers. We also had a crop of white-breasted nuthatches and the inevitable Carolina chickadees. (Nothing compares to a just-fledged Carolina chickadee for “If I flap hard enough, maybe I won’t fall out of the sky!” shenanigans.) There’s a pair of blue jays coming in from somewhere to drink from the nano-wetland, but I don’t know if they’re an item or have a brood somewhere.

I am looking forward to AC, but I’m also looking forward to it being DONE. Then I get all of July and half of August to do nothing but Dragonbreath art and writing, get back in my routine, and get away from the vague Upcoming Con On The Horizon anxiety. I love cons, I enjoy them when I’m THERE, but knowing they’re coming stresses me out.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.

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I hear you. I've just finished up a bunch of stuff and cannot figure out what is left to do on a moment by moment basis. Such will continue until I actually leave. At that point, what is left to do becomes, by definition, 'nothing'.

My husband and I are currently in the process of buying our first actual house, and I shall be SO EXCITED to put up birdfeeders and a bath and maybe hide some birdhouses in the trees and hope for the best!

(And bat houses, because holy hell mosquitoes)

You and Kevin will be seeing me at the con! This time totally not taking Greyhound - it's a bit further from Seattle to Pittsburgh than it is from NC to Pittsburgh. ;)

Wish I could go to con. *sigh*

Anyway, I think what you need, givent he amount of cons you go to, is a 'Con Bag'.. a nice duffle or backpack, packed for four days. Stick that in a closet, along with a selection of art and books. Con time comes, you grab everything and head out the door! When you return, everything gets washed, etc. and then you re-stock the con-closet for next convention. A SMIDGE more forward planning than some precon prep ideas, but once you get things dialled in, you can show up anywhere. Also, you can snag the con bag for sudden road trips and unexpected travel.

*ding dong* "yes? Hello?"
"SURPRISE! It's a con-day!" *gunny-sack*

Which would be an AWESOME format for a convention...

You have to watch out that those wall tumors don't spread, lest you wake up one morning to find out you now live in someplace Rococo. And nobody wants that.

you're doing better than I am. I initially read that as "wall turd" which I'm assuming means I'm quite well and truly done and should be off to bed now.

Me, I chug along valiantly, vacillating between "It's all gonna work out fine!" and "Oh, dear Ghod I'm never going to get it all done!!!!" A few days out, all the big rocks are handled and then I completely freak out. I can focus on big rocks, it's the thousand little pebbles I can't hold in my head. At this point I make The List. I write down everything that is left to do and pack so I don't have to try to carry the thousand pebbles in my head anymore. And I do mean everything, down to the tiniest details. Then I can stop worrying and just start working down the list.

Normally The List is about a page and a half. The List for Anthrocon peaked at 12 pages. I'm still freaking out, just in a more controlled way.

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