Attended my first HNS Conference and had a great time. Had a panel first thing in the morning on "Keeping a Series Fresh", met some new authors, got some interesting info from another panel (see that here) saw the costume parade and fashion show below, heard a few offerings from the late night sex scene readings hosted by Diana Gabaldon, and will meet with the brand new and growing LA Chapter of HNS tomorrow at breakfast. Got stuck in an elevator (still don't trust them), heard cannon fire from the tall ship anchored just outside the hotel's front door, heard some good sex scenes, ate some good meals, chatted face to face with those I'd only ever met online before, and had a generally good time. I shall return when it swings by again.
The view from my balcony by day...
My set up with tiny helm.
The tall ship with the loud cannon.
Table mates in costume, Roman and 19th century.
And then the fashion show, from Roman, to medieval, to 13th c. Mongolian warriors, to 17th c. ballet, Tudor, to Colonial, and Civil war.
One thing that was evident from this weekend that is slightly different from a mystery convention (besides the absence of people hanging out in the bar) was a certain level of single-minded passion for one's subject, one's point in time for which we all have become little experts. It was fun swimming in my element for a weekend. Next time, I'll dust off my fourteenth century garb and do a little strutting on the catwalk, too.