Confluence of Events

Have arrived at Confluence. Have had my first panel.

Am feeling a little out of place and freakish as a fantasy author among so many SF authors. I’ve already been told once how my genre is lazy and ill-defined and rife with cliche. So, that’s good. Definitely glad I have a kaffeeklatsch during the “Is Fantasy Taking Over?” panel, or I might have to bust heads. Am, however, sure that no one will come to said kaffee-thing.

In other news, I found a pirate waistcoat in green velvet in the dealer-room that calls to me oh so. It is, however, expensive, as such things are wont to be. Sigh. We wants it, precious, yes.

I shall now go forth and assert that fantasy is no one’s bitch.