This is in August, in Spokane. For the first time, I’m putting myself forward as a possible panelist. I’m probably now going to find out why panelists go nuts when scheduled for stuff they know nothing about, or get put in rooms that swelter, etc.
While I can’t say I’m not nervous about it, a part of me is sort of looking forward to it. I’ll try it, and if it sucks, I won’t do it again. Maybe my biggest worry is that putting myself forward for this amounts to putting on airs, making myself seem more important than I really am from a literary standpoint. It is not as though I’m a famous editor or something. However, one very good aspect to it is that it gives strong support to writing off the entire trip as a necessary business expense. Put another way, that means I get a 43% discount on the whole visit. And since I’ll enjoy the con (Spocon really tries hard), and it’s not that far a trip, much good comes of this. Jane should have my Rasputin costume by then. Oh, I should probably dress professionally, but at a SF con, going steampunk is professional dress.