Managed not to fall into pool for Locus massive group photo, then had delightful lunch with E. J. Fischer, John Chu, and Max Gladstone. Resolved to read Max's books soonest, as everyone is telling me they're fabulous, and I have been watching too much tv this past year (or three) and not reading all the fabulous books my friends are writing, boo me. I have nothing against tv, but I am not a tv writer (yet, anyway), and this is my field, and I should be reading it.
Then grabbed laptop and settled down in bar to write for a bit -- slightly sidetracked by running into Shaun Duke, whom I haven't seen in months, so we talked cancer and postcolonial lit. and politics in genre more generally, but now he's wandered off and I'm going to write for another hour, I swear. Or two. I am fortified with the hotel's Yorkshire tea. "Let's have a proper brew," as the slogan says. I am such an Anglophile; I would drink it for that alone.
