Our time at Gencon was cut woefully
short this year due to lack of babysitting (one grandma just started
a new job, and the other is a teacher...yeah, I understand Gencon's
overlords don't want to hold it the same weekend as PAX or another
big con, but if maybe they could hold it sometime that is not the
week school begins in my state, that would be great). We arrived
Friday evening and left Sunday afternoon. Because of this the weekend
felt rushed, since we had to pack four days' worth of awesomeness
into two, but hey, short Gencon is better than no Gencon.
Since we didn't get to Indy until 6, I
assumed we'd be waiting in line a while to pick up our badges at Will
Call. I figured the locals would be getting off work and coming to
grab their own badges...but I was wrong. There was no wait. Not even
sixty seconds. Not even ten seconds. We walked right up and got our
stuff with no trouble. The guy in the booth turned out to have gone
to our alma mater as well, so we chatted about that (sorry I didn't
get your name, cool friendly guy!).
We were meeting a friend for dinner,
but he wouldn't arrive until 9, so we wandered around the convention
center a bit, discovering the arcade room, which was packed with
elderly arcade games including The Simpsons and Teenage
Mutant Ninja Turtles and others
my husband knew but I didn't because I never played many games back
in the day- still don't, really. We checked out the card hall and the
miniatures hall and Cardhalla, ran into my friend Kimberly and
chatted a bit, then headed to the Rock Bottom Brewery for dinner. Our
friend who was supposed to meet us at 9 didn't show up until 10:30;
we were finished by then. The cute waitress busted his balls about
being so tardy, but we stuck around while he ate, went with him to
pick up his badge, and retreated to our hotel room at the Fairfield
Inn, peeking in at the massive Pathfinder room.
The Fairfield isn't
fancy, but the beds are soft, the TV has HBO and they offer a free
breakfast. I will always stay in the hotel that offers free
breakfast.
Saturday morning I
actually managed to drag my lazy ass to the hotel fitness center,
where I trudged on a cross-trainer while watching the scrolling
newsfeed on CNN (only after my workout did I notice the headphones
tucked behind the screens on the equipment. What a dumbass).
I got dressed
(super-cute miniskirt kind of- EGL dress and stripey stockings. My
friend bought the dress from Hot Topic for my birthday more than 10
years ago. When I found it in my closet a couple months back I was
stoked that I can fit into it again) and we partook of the free
breakfast and went to the convention center.
My first panel was
“Exploring Genres: Horror”. The “Exploring Genres” panels
were a new thing this year, and consisted mostly of panelists who
wrote in that particular genre attempting to outline the genre and
give tips for writing it. In all I went to four “EG” panels that
day (the only ones I attended on Saturday, actually): Horror, YA,
Dark Fantasy and Cross Genre. All were entertaining (and, in the case
of YA, a genre I don't read and don't know much about, helpful).
However, I still feel that the Gencon Writers' Symposium- while
enjoyable- is something I might have outgrown. Most of the panels are
geared toward writers who are just dipping their toes into the water.
Those of us who have been doing this a while need panels with more
specific topics to help further our writing education- because you're
never too old or too experienced to learn, but the basics are pretty
much laser-engraved into our brains at this point.
Between panels I
got lunch with friends in the packed mall food court, wandered the
dealer hall and spent too much money there, bought a Magic playmat
with half-naked ladies on it, ran into Booster Gold, found the
Hound's fearsome helmet (how the hell could he actually see out of
that thing?) and was enchanted by a little pink stuffed llama. Shut up, I needed it.
There's a funny
story about the playmat. I saw it, loved it, but decided I should
look around some more first. When I ran into my husband, I said, “I
found a playmat I like!” and he replied, “I saw one I think
you'll like too, it has a succubus and a lady in chains at her
feet...”
Me: “THAT'S IT!”
So of course I
bought that one, and thanks to a special deal also received a
matching box and sleeves. SEX-AY!
I met up with my
husband and the same friends for dinner that evening in the
miniatures hall; after some back-and-forth about what we should eat,
we proceeded outside to places where food would presumably be served.
(but not before I
caught a picture of this rockin' Powergirl, probably the best I've
ever seen)
And here's what I
learned that night: finding food at dinnertime in downtown
Indianapolis when there are two large conventions happening (Gencon
and a biker convention, which made for some interesting
juxtapositions at crosswalks; I tried playing “Biker or Gamer?”
in my head while we walked but it wasn't very challenging), it's
going to take some time to find food. After walking for almost an
hour (with a 3-year-old kid that belonged to my friends, who I must
say was insanely patient and well-behaved) we came upon the
California Pizza Kitchen. We had to wait a while, but we were too
tired to trek on, and when we saw the servers and bussers were all
wearing geeky t-shirts (from superheroes to The Big Bang Theory)
we knew our choice was the right one. Alas, our server was not the
girl dressed in a full-on Katniss-from-The-Hunger-Games
costume, but she was nice and apologetic when my pizza came out later
than everyone else's food. I tipped her what I had (a dollar over
20%) and she thanked me at least three times, which makes me wonder
what other people tip (or don't).
Side note: CPK's
Sicilian pizza is way better fresh at a restaurant than frozen from
the grocery.
Walking back to the
convention center, we had one of Those Moments. Where someone says
something so funny that the entire group starts laughing, and as soon
as it dies down someone says something funny that is related to the
first funny thing, and pretty soon once you manage to get a hold of
yourself, you catch the eye of another group member and start howling
again, and then anyone walking by who glances at this group of morons
who are falling on the floor with hilarity thinks you're insane and
possibly mentally deficient. What started us off was one member
revealing that on an Xbox Live game, he put an icon of a horse
molesting a pig on all his guns, so if someone else killed him and
jacked his stuff, they would find themselves in possession of a gun
proudly marked by an instance of farmyard rape. I can't even tell you
what jokes that image led to, but they were all said in front of my
friend's daughter, who thankfully was so exhausted at that point that
she looked like a tiny, cute zombie, so hopefully she didn't remember
any of it.
Sunday was my big
day. At 8 a.m. I attended a Read & Critique, probably my favorite
thing at Gencon (I usually try to do two, but no time this year). In
a Read & Critique, you read from your selected piece for a set
period of time (usually 3-5 minutes) in front of a panel of four
authors/editors. Then they spend 10-15 minutes giving you hell. Well,
not really. They buffet you with both praise and criticism, most of
which I've found to be really helpful. I think the panelists like me
because I've done this before, and I'm as good as anyone at taking
criticism, if I do say so myself. I keep my mouth shut, take notes,
and thank them at the end. Too many writers want to explain things to
the panelists as a protest against criticism they think is unfair-
which takes up time other people could be reading. I received a good
mix of praise and criticism for my piece, the beginning of a novella
that is a sequel to Hour of the Lotus (shameless self-promotion
alert!). There was some seriously good stuff being read at this Read
& Critique, so I'm optimistic about the future of specfic.
Gencon did
something new this year as well, in which writers could sign up for
10 minutes with an author/editor for a one-on-one critique session.
It was an intriguing idea, so I tried it out. I was paired with
speculative romance author Elizabeth Vaughn. I don't write romance,
but I enjoy getting perspectives from different genre writers (this
is why I love writing groups). She read the first few pages of my new
novel, a YA fantasy set in a Japanese-inspired secondary world. And
she said it was really, really good. It was polished and precise (it
needed a few details, though) and in a couple years I'd probably be
on Gencon panels, not attending them. All of which raised my
already-unbearable ego to soaring new heights (and gave me motivation
to tackle my revisions with renewed vigor). It turns out that many of
the writers she'd consulted with that day needed suggestions on
points of view, tenses, grammar, etc. So maybe she was just relieved
that I knew the basics already...
We hit the food
trucks lined up outside for lunch. Indian tacos are more delicious
than you would think. And then I got a cupcake from a van (it said
'free cupcakes' on the side in permanent marker; it looked legit
enough). No really, a little old lady was selling cupcakes out of a
van. I wish I could remember the name of the business on the side of
the van because I would love to give her a shout-out, but I can't.
The cupcakes all had Star Wars names, like 'The Darth Vader'
(chocolate) or 'The Princess Leia' (almond wedding cake). I chose
'The Chewbacca' (chocolate cupcake with caramel frosting and a salted
caramel in the middle). No joke you guys, this was the best fucking
cupcake I ever had. If I see this lady next year I'm going to ask if
she ships to my town.
After another turn
through the dealers' room, we waved goodbye to Gencon for another
year and headed home to our lives of quiet desperation.
1) no pic of the little pink stuffed llama? :( llama!!
ReplyDelete2) I believe both The Flying Cupcake and Gigi's had cupcake trucks @ Gencon. They both rawk imo.
http://www.ebay.com/bhp/pink-alpaca-plush
DeleteIt is one of these but with a leopard-print bandanna. It's also an alpaca, not a llama. How embarrassing!
I didn't get it from Gigi's, so it might have been The Flying Cupcake. I'll look them up and see if they ship...