Oh, hello there, gentle viewers. It’s that time of year. The time where SFF fans and writers descend on a wee Hilton in Gaithersburg, MD for a gathering of minds and words and no little amounts of booze.
Capclave! IT IS TIME.
My first Capclave, John Scalzi photobombed a picture of a tiny ketchup.
At the second, Kristin and I met THE GRRM. He is just as beardly and GRRMly in person, in case you’re wondering.
This year, WHO KNOWS WHAT COULD HAPPEN. Tonight at work I waited on the convention organising staff and the guests of honour (Genevieve Valentine, Holly Black, and Paolo Bacigalupi), so already there’s a wee tinge of the surreal to this particular Capclave. I mean, worlds collided. They are all very kind and friendly folk. I think it might have been my shortest dinner shift ever.
If you are going to be in the vicinity (or even at Capclave, dare I say?), here’s where to find me for the weekend:
8 PM: No Means No: a panel on harassment how we can combat it. Rockville-Potomac (Capclave, by the way, has a very good harassment policy in effect.)
10 AM: Alternative Sexualities in SF/F: this panel is what it sounds like. Bethesda
6:30 PM: Reading of THE MASKED SONGBIRD: this is ALSO EXACTLY WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE. Me. Reading. Mah book. In public. To at least one person. Boardroom
10 PM: A Whiter Shade of Pale: white people basically dominate SF/F, and that’s silly cos the world is diverse. Bethesda
12 PM: Can a Small Town Elf Make it in the Big City? OHAI, urban fantasy. Where are you going, and what’s going on with you? Rockville-Potomac
1 PM: Nonbinary Gender in SF/F: again, what it sounds like. Bethesda
3 PM: When Did Fangirl Become a Dirty Word? Rockville-Potomac
PHEW. So there’s me, all weekend. Doin’ mah thang. Come hang out!