We had just one 2 hour panel: me, Jane, Patricia Briggs, Mark Ferrari, John Dalmas and Deby Fredericks—advice on writing. I’m seriously beyond burned out on writing panels, but it was pretty painless. It wasn’t the funnest way to end a con, for me, but it served. We did our thing, hugged friends bye, and headed home. The cats are glad to have us back earlier than the last two days, and while the leg hurts, it doesn’t hurt much now that I’ve gotten out of convention clothes and am back in sloppies.

Myself, I’m just really tired. I had way, way, way too much sugar today in the name of food and am really anxious to get to our favorite watering hole and get some actual protein, but that may not happen for a while. We’re home, at least.  In one sense, attending a local con and going home at night should give you more stamina—but you miss all the parties and you don’t get to go up to your room when you’re really tired of questions and just need silence for a few minutes. I think it’s the latter sense in which I’m tired—a lot of anxious new writers and trying to phrase things in a positive and helpful way. They come in with a load of anxiety: I leave with it. 😉

But it was a good convention, and such a relief to have it in a local hotel, not the college classrooms.