Okay, off to register cemurphy dot *net*, not dot com. Somebody already had cemurphy.com. Sulk. Man, I’m tired. My whole body feels kind of numb. I suppose going to sleep at 5:30 would be an error in judgement, but it sounds awfully nice. *yawn* Sunday at lunch, Winifred said that while she was calling people up to the podium so they could give out the Colorado Gold award for sf/f on Saturday night, she was struck by a terrible urge to say, “Manifest Destiny, by Catie from Anchorage,” instead of…
home!
Home again, home again, jiggity jig! And *sooooooo* tired. *laugh* It’s been a bloody magnificent weekend. I have a lot more to write about, and I’ll try to get some of that done this evening, but in short, boy was that fun. *laugh* oh my gawd I’m tired. Off to register cemurphy.com now. :)
off to home
The conference is over, the people are departed, and I, too, am on my way home. See y’all tomorrow. :)
didn’t win!
Well, I didn’t win, but I really feel very strongly that the guy who *did* win really really *deserved* to, so I’m not crushed. I did, incidentally, get 110 out of the possible 120 points, so that’s not too damned shabby, is it? *grin* Off to hobnob more!
bundle of nerves
Bundle of nerves, bundle of nerves. I’ve gone to some utterly fantastic seminars today, and at 3:10 I had a meeting with Winifred Halsey, which, from about 1pm on, I got progressively more nervous about, up until the point I was standing outside the conference room door, at which time I more or less calmed down. ‘More or less’ means my hands are icy cold and the M&Ms I’m now popping like they’re crack cocaine are hard to pick up because I’m trembling, but right now I’m writing to psyche…