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From CopperCon 30 |
CopperCon began for Yvonne and me with a harried morning of packing, taking the dogs to the kennel and generally getting things ready. I’d made a superb dinner the night before of homemade sweet potato risotto and veal loin chops. The only thing I burned was my left hand, sizzling the hell out of it until I had raised ridges from grabbing the handle of the frying pan that I’d used to finish the meat in the oven. After trying several things, I tried a cold tea bag, which miraculously by the next morning reduced the swelling and the heat until there as almost nothing there. Which was a godsend, because I was dead set against having a bandage on my hand the whole convention so I could explain to everyone how stupid I’d been. I prefer to unveil my stupidity on my own terms, thank you.
From CopperCon 30 |
Although the weekend had its share of glitches, the good far outnumbered the bad.
Thanks to mine and Steve Donaldson’s requests, the convention invited a local indie bookstore to the dealer’s room to ensure that the authors at the convention had books to sell. The Poisoned Pen did brisk business, but not with any of my books. The reason? A shipment of all my books and half of Steve Donaldson’s didn’t make it on time. When I found that out, I ran down to a local Hastings bought all my copies they had in stock, and brought them for the fans. Dave Summers sold them from his publishing table. All 12 copies sold.
Met some new fans like Chad, an NPR stringer recently relocated from Indonesia. This was his first convention and had he not come to my reading late Monday, it would have been a lonely hour. Lucky (or unlucky) for him, he got Weston one on one.
Spent some great time with old friends like Kevin and Jeannie McAlanon, Adam Niswander, David Summers, Lord Craig of White Cliffs, Craig Porter, Cary Swaty, and Lee Whiteside.
Met some new author friends like Gini Koch, Dani &Eytan Kollin, and Michael D’Ambrosio.
Gini is the author of Touched by an Alien from Daw books. On my late night panel on Saturday, I was assailed by her, the other female panelist and her three minions, as she called them. And where were FOW? Not a one in sight. You all ought to be a shamed of yourselves. But I handled myself like I was besieged by a battalion of commies, with only myself, knee deep in hand grenade pins, and a bottle opener to protect me. Which means I gave as good as I got. Being a little cold in the room, one of her minions tossed her a pair of recently crocheted hot pads to keep her ‘girls’ warm. She did then set them on the table as everyone laughed. However, the laughter turned into a shocked silence as I grabbed the pads and held them up and said, ‘mind if I use them to keep my jimmies warm?’ The girl who was crocheting them, Chrissy, glared at me and said, ‘those are for my grandma.’ ‘Then make sure you tell her that these have been touched by a horror author, ‘ I said, then dipped them below the level of the table. The room erupted into laughter. She seemed about to cry, but then joined in, albeit a little leery of whether I’d warmed my jimmies or not. Needless to say Gini and I are now friends. Shout out to her daughter and Chrissy, who bought a copy of Empire of Salt which I signed, ‘Thanks for letting me give your grandma a little somethin’ somethin’.’
Dani and Eytan Kollin are friends of Cody Goodfellow. That should be enough to describe them, but if you know Cody, that could mean so so many things. Enjoyed meeting the Kollin brothers. Google them and check out their story. Suffice it to say that their first novel, The Unincorporated Man from Tor, is flat amazing. Superb read. They’re also quite the pair. One person called them The Sci Fi Smothers Brothers. They’re definitely brothers by the way they interact. They invited me to participate in their neverendingpanel.com experience when I’m in L.A. in October. I think it will be a blast.
I also met Michael D’Ambrosio. He’s a small press author with big plans. He’s been to near every convention running in America and gave me the low-down-skinny on many of them, including one in my hometown called Con Nooga that I want to attend, and one called FroliCon, which Yvonne will never let me attend. You can see for yourself.
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From CopperCon 30 |
Then there was the Masquerade Ball. They’d lured me into performing as the Master of Ceremonies. They said it would be easy. They said it would be fun. So it began with 12 minutes of contestants followed by 45 minutes of me standing out in front of the audience looking incredibly intelligent while the three judges ate pizza, washed their laundry, caught a movie, finished a Sudoku book, spell checked War and Peace, watched a Filipino jailhouse version of Doctor Zhivago backwards, and did a shadow puppet show of the entire Lord of the Rings Trilogy using only six hands… and finally tallied the score. It almost got to the point where I was telling pirate jokes. God forbid.
So thanks mucho to all my friends and fans and the convention for a swell time.
My next big convention is Rincon in October, where Wil Wheaton and I will play Rockstar until one of us passes out from laughter.
Here's a link to more pictures from CopperCon 30.
Dude, really...Nicole is not my daughter. She's one of my Minions, yes, but NOT my daughter. (Nicole's a tad older than she looks, and my daughter was busy with Sorority Rush at ASU, thankyouverymuch. Though both Nicole and my daughter are beautiful girls, so I can understand your confusion.)
ReplyDeleteAnd I think "assailed" is kind of harsh, Winston.* ;-D I prefer to think of it as us giving you an opportunity to show how quickly you can think on your feet. (Chrissy may even forgive you. One day. I do hear her grandma can't wait for those oven mitts...)
*You have to love a man who can embrace the fact that you screwed up his name multiple times and just go with it.
See you at RinCon! (Yes, they've added me on...be afraid...be very afraid...)
Not your daughter? HAHA. That's a good one, Julie.
ReplyDeleteSeriously, it was fun meeting you and your minions. When you come south, though, beware. FOWs abound.
You know, I kind of like the name "Winston." Perhaps I shall use it at "opportune" times...
ReplyDeleteAs much as I would love to be Gini's daughter, I'm not. =(
ReplyDeleteThanks for the shout-out! Had such a great time meeting you last weekend.
PS: I "borrowed" one of your pics for my blog post.
Nope, haven't forgiven you yet. Although if you wanted me to, you probably shouldn't have memorialized the event in my book's inscription. Now I can never forget. But that's okay! I can afford to be patient...
ReplyDeletei'm sure you were an absolute brilliant M.C. Just whip out a bit'o'the fop and all is well.
ReplyDeleteDREW
Poor, Weston. Only cock er I mean rooster, in the hen house. However did you survive man?!?
ReplyDeleteAnd Nicole,would be my daughter! ;)
Had a great time meeting you last weekend. Thank you for signing my book!
We could have a lot of fun with Winston. I picture him wearing a cowboy hat.
ReplyDeleteNicole, Chrissy and Terese-- You all rock. If you get tired of being an old minion, I can make you an FOW - Follower of Wes (or Winston if you prefer). Not that you stop being a minion, heck no. I'd hate to see Julie cry. This way you can have aliens and zombies. Be a Minion and an FOW.
ReplyDeleteI really don't want to see Julie aka Gini cry! But who could resist not becoming an FOW?!?
ReplyDeleteHave fun with Winston!!
But...do you hand out awesome swag to your followers, Winston? If you DO, then count me in as well. If not, well...maybe you should learn from your hens. ;-D
ReplyDelete(And I think it's wicked cool that Yvonne's now going to call you Winston at "appropriate" moments...she's clearly one of us. :-D)
Alright Winston... if you really want us to be FOW's I think that we deserve the beer you never got us at CopperCon, as well as some t-shirts. Team Gini got t-shirts... What do FOW's get??
ReplyDeleteMama Terese and I are in agreement on this one... Gotta give swag to get the minions!