The voices in my head don't think they're imaginary - Live, from Wiscon, it's ... Saturday!

A beautiful morning here at Wiscon, after a bit of a hectic start to the con. Faithful readers of this blog will remember that I had a panicked call from a client, not one hour after I'd arrived at the con, saying that her document needed to be "entirely rewritten! It'll take you all weekend!" Well, luckily it wasn't *quite* that bad. I sat down, reviewed all her comments, and knocked most of them out in the two hours while everyone else was out at dinner. Then I came down here while everyone else is at lunch and finished the rest. I just sent the client her revised draft. Of course, we have to discuss the draft at 5:30 p.m. tonight (right after the Broad Universe reading, when I'm *supposed* to be going to dinner with scusteister.) Hopefully her edits will be short. Somehow, I don't believe they will be. Oh well, wot the hell, toujour gai!

Despite all the work I'm having to do, Wiscon is shaping up to be the hell-of-a-blast everyone has said it is. After staying up way too late at the Ratbastard Karaoke party (and STILL not getting to sing, despite the fact that I'd spent almost $20 bucks on manhattan cocktails to give me courage) I got up early to walk through the Farmer's Market with heidi_lampietti. I got coffee at the Michelangelo coffeeshop and croissants at one of the many purveyors of baked goods, and it was all just lovely. Truly a world-class farmer's market.

Then, coming back to the con proper, I met up with catrambo, velourmane, dotar_sojat (and other lovely people who either don't have LJs, or who have LJs and I don't know their handles) in attendance at the Genre Tokenism panel. Fascinating insights from the panelists.

Next, at 1 p.m., there are about five panels happening simultaneously that I want to attend. I may have to rudely split my time between a couple of them. Later, the Broad Universe reading. I still don't know what I'm going read. I was going to read something from my new purple basil story, but I don't think that's polished enough. Hm.

Now, however, I think I'm going to put my computer away, dash through the dealer's room, and try to find something cold to drink. I have the most unholy craving for a Big Gulp right now.

P.S. I still haven't run into douglain. I would suspect that he wasn't here, except I've seen copies of the Wiscon preview of Diet Soap floating around, so, I just don't know. He is like the wind.
P.P.S. I particularly enjoyed the Long Expected Party reading last night, featuring pals ecmyers and catrambo and Heather Lindsley, who assured me after the reading that she's *got* a blog, she just doesn't have time to actually *write* in it.