So the circus has left town. I’ve said all my goodbyes and I’m camping out in the abandoned shell of the Governor’s Club, wondering whether I should try to make it to 4:30 and the reopening of the bar, or head back to my room for a nap. Oh, the suspense! This is the excitement of which great postings are made. But before I resolve this cliffhanger, let’s pretend to do a con report.

The story about the rabbit is true. Also the story about the fairy porn in the pocket program. Also the story about the dragon porn — can you call it porn if it’s so bad you can’t tell if it was actually supposed to be erotic? — the dragon porn in the big New York publisher’s sample book. (Hey-o!) The story about the amazingly bad story written in haste by a posse of mostly-drunk authors outside the GC on Friday night, that one’s unfortunately true as well. (If I’ve left anyone off the copyright list, y’all don’t let them escape, y’hear? Let me know.)

More importantly, though, the TWENTY EPICS reading went off without a hitch. Unless you count my choice of author pictures for the poster.

Figure 1. The infamous promotional poster. We probably didn’t need a poster in the first place, but I couldn’t help it — I’m a desktop publishing junkie.

I suggested to Meghan that I could swap the pictures out before I put the poster up here, but she thought it would be better if I were to post it as-is, and then she and Alan and Dave could vilify me. Go nuts, kids!

We occupied a corner of the first floor overflow lounge, Sunday morning, and played to a packed house, if by “house” you mean “the circle in which people could sit comfortably around that corner and hear people read.” Dave and Meghan read the beginnings of their stories and Alan read a series of excerpts from his, and everybody seemed to have a good time, even those audience members who hadn’t realized they were going to be read at when they sat down.

The rest of the con wasn’t bad, either. If you weren’t there, we missed you; if you were there, I’m probably missing you already. ’nough said?

All right. The bar opens in ten minutes, and my battery’s running low. I’m sure the usual suspects (over on the left, there, if you’re reading this on my front page) will have more news.

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Update: Added link to JJA’s discussion of the dragon porn excerpt and corrected spelling of “Hey-o.”