Mo*Con III: The Search for Mo*
Cons absolutely wreck me. I'm barely interesting when well-rested. And after a few 3am nights, I'm not fit to make conversation with a zombie. Luckily, I had plenty of help in that department. My fellow Indiana Horror Writers did their best to make me seem interesting (yes, alcohol was required) as we gathered for the third annual Mo*Con.
The editorial panel quickly turned into an impromptu roast for our master of ceremonies, Maurice Broaddus. Nick (I can lift twice my weight in writers) Mamatas dazzled all with his festivus feats of strength, tai chi, and good natured ribbing of the spirituality panel. By the time the gender panel adjourned, there was no one left to argue with the statement that women make better writers. No one alive, at least.
Between panels we all caught up on the latest gossip [deleted to protect me from the guilty]. I got a chance to catch up with Jason Sizemore, Lucy Snyder, and Gary Braunbeck. Unfortunately, the man responsible for introducing me to all three of these wonderful people couldn't make the trek. Don't worry Pete. I drank for you.
On the Indiana side of things, I can't say enough about the IHW. It was great to hang out for the weekend (and finally meet Natalie and Lauren). Too many interesting conversations to begin to write about. And The Dwelling Place certainly lived up to its reputation as gracious host. And now, I sleep...
I'm not sure of the exact move date yet, but we may meet you for dinner on our way thru Indy.
Sounds like you had a great time.
Thanks again for all your hard work. I hope you didn't have any post-con chicken nightmares!