Oh, I’m excited!
Hot on the heels of the disappointing sell-out of the San Francisco Writer’s Convention, for which I secured a grant which would pay for nearly the whole thing, I’ve decided, with the prodding of Charlie Jane Anders, to attend WisCon. A smaller, more niche convention is certainly the better place for me to get my feet wet in the great wide world of conventions. And I figure what better place for me to preach the gospel of lesbian werewolves than at a feminist speculative fiction convention?
Plus, I expect at least a couple hot queer geeks, so that will be worth the admission price alone.