I'm at Mobicon! There's free wifi throughout the hotel. Much happiness.
The drive was pretty easy, thanks in large part to Escape Pod and Pseudopod. Their podcast storytelling goodness is the the best for long car trips.
The convention folks are absolute darlings. I feel feted and catered to. They gave me spiced rum punch. Hooked up with jackzodiac, got my guest schedule (woo, they're really working me; in addition to my panels, I'm also slated to be a judge at the costume contest, do the Vanna White thing to jackzodiac's Pat Sajak for the charity auction, and, erm, the slave auction--not sure at this point if I'm supposed to help conduct it or offer up my person for bidding . . . um), and went out to dinner at the Macaroni Grill with the convention organizers and some guests. And, I've already got into a disagreement with Sharon Green on the merits of keeping track of daily word counts in the writing process. Hee!
Busy day ahead of me. Must pour vast quantities of caffeine into my system. Charge!
I'm bummed that Bash Down the Door and Slice Open the Badguy didn't make it in time for me to pimp at the convention. I have a guest table and everything to hawk stuff from. Pook.
Club 100 for Writers: 7