Thursday at Romantic Times was the day of my one panel, on fantasy world-building. I had to unfortunately breeze right past the estimable John Scalzi on the way to it. BTW, did I mention yet that the Columbus convention center is friggin HUGE? Well, it’s friggin’ HUGE! And you have to allow about as much time to get between panels as you did to get to class between buildings when you were in college.
Anyhow, the panel was me, Karen Miller and an agent whose name I am now blanking on. It was fairly well-atteneded, but veered off fast from world-building into the business of publishing. That’s okay with me. I’m glad to share what info I can.
After that it was time to meet Beth Vaughn and Rebecca York for lunch in the hotel resteraunt. The place was pretty much your average for a hotel, kinda slow service because they didn’t lay on enough staff for the big event, and over-priced, but I’ve got to say they have an absolutely KILLER chicken-tortilla soup. I could’ve eaten that all day.
Thursday afternoon was unprogrammed, so I decided to take a sanity break and get outdoors. We were in the Short North district of Columbus and I found it full of cool boutique-y places and little galleries, and, best of all, the North Market where I was able to get some fantastic Indian food for dinner. The sparrows though are out for blood. Do not feed the cute sparrow who perches on the edge of your picnic table. He will be back, and he will bring friends. Lots and LOTS of friends.
Then it was time to go back and get a quick nap before the Fairy Ball. While Romantic Times has programming a lot like your average SF convention, the big events on any given day are the ticketed parties, which are frequently also banquets. I missed much of the big Ellora’s Cave party on Wednesday because I wound up going out to dinner with the SF authors. I did get in on some of the dancing though (no, there are no pictures of that. We don’t want to scare the children).
The party for Thursday night was the Fairy Ball. It is a dress-up, and line up affair with a costume contest. So we had a variety of fairies in line:
Then there was this disreputable individual who wouldn’t even show her face:
My personal favorite though was the fighter pilot fairy: