You have to shout to be heard in the backyard at night now, between the frogs and the katydids and the cicadas. It is a roar of voices. Southern forests are not quiet places.
I stare at the garden and I think "Is this what I was trying to do?" and I can't remember because I didn't really have a vision going in but it is alive, quite terrifyingly alive, Igor-with-the-slab-and-the-lightning-rod alive, and I think that is probably better than any of the alternatives, even if it is not always good for my nerves.
Tomorrow I have to actually get these edits done and I would like to sleep for a year. But Anthrocon was wonderful! Thank you to my faithful minion Taliabear and my stunt minion Natalie and everybody who came by and I may have bought five skulls and threatened to cut people during the art auction but the point is that I have five more skulls including a horse skull, which I didn't have before, and a replica of a dire wolf, which is kinda cool.
I feel a warm fuzzy exhausted good will towards humanity, which is not a bad thing to feel after a convention.