"Rough night, Princess?" or the Zombie Prom Queen of Hypericon

[valarltd]

Friday, I got a late start but arrived in Nashville in time to meet everyone for dinner.
reannon, saraphina_marie, scarcrest, and others, including my roommate, Dana

After dinner @ Blackstone Brewery, it was back to the hotel for check in and the 9 pm dialogue panel. That was very entertaining and Sara did her Valley Girl impression.

I went to bed early. It had been a long couple weeks for me.

Dana doubtless thinks I'm some sort of early-rising freak as I didn't sleep past 8 AM the whole con. I was up early and put covers on my CDs, folded newsletters, had brel and was generally productive until the dealer's room opened at 10. I had an 11 Signing with Mike Lee, who writes Warhammer novels.

I sat the table until my 3 PM reading. annechen67 showed up and some other folks. I read (a slightly edited version of) "Pushing the Boundaries of Reality" and realized it's not very good. I also read "Outfoxed" which WAS good.

Then I had a 6 PM panel with reannon called "Dirty Dirty Dirty Words" about writing sex. Scott Nicholson the GOH, joined us for this, and sat in the middle, leading to sandwich jokes. The young person at the side of the room was very pleased to hear me refer to it as GLBT, since most folks call it gay. I said "I write it all, including a bit of Trans." Ze was tickled as was hir wife.

And that panel, I brought up "Glad Hands." which everyone promptly decided was the anti-Happy Feet. So now, I am obliged to write gay cowboy werepenguins who dress as pirates and fight zombies.

Then I had a 9 PM on "Character Creation in short story." That was quite interesting.

I caught the 10 PM burlesque show, stopped in at the Frolicon party and then got dressed for Zombie Prom. I looked very dead, and I totally freaked an Australian tourist in the lobby.

He looked over the ripped, stained dress, the liberal use of 3 blood capsules and the death-purple lips. "Rough night, Princess?" he asked. I blinked, very slowly, looked at him and said haltingly, "I think there was an accident." I shuffled, dragging my right leg, two steps nearer, sniffed audibly and said, "I smell your spicy brains..."
(Then I explained everything and he has a helluva story to tell his mates about the crazy American writer lady.)

The Zombie Bazooka Patrol was loud, energetic and competent. I danced all night, and was crowned Prom Queen. Shaun of the Dead broke the brain pinata with his cricket bat. (and h
hugged me)

There were a couple pictures taken. Me in tiara looking dead and then one in tiara eating an (gummi) eyeball. And someone got me menacing Scott Nicholson.


Today, I went to the Cthulhu panel and worked in the dealer's room. And i splurged $5 on The Freakshow by Bryan Smith. It's SOOO worth it.

I came away with invites to Hallowcon, Chattacon and Frolicon. All of them sound great fun.

Now I need to pack for a week of work and get ready to roll. I pick up tomorrow and haul into Cleveland OH on Tues.

Comments

[idadebeautreux.livejournal.com]

Yowza! Sounds like a victory on all fronts :) Nice job.

[annechen-melo.livejournal.com]

obliged to write gay cowboy werepenguins who dress as pirates and fight zombies.</i. I remember it as "gay cowboy werepenguins who dress as pirates and fight zombie kitten ninjas until the power balance is reversed..." I guess I'm tired.

[valarltd.livejournal.com]

I was laughing too hard to breathe after the pirate part.
So I missed the end of it and you're right.