I finished my last panel for MALCon 2019. Here it is noon, Mountain Time, and I have ten hours until my flight home. So, I suppose I’ll sit here in the lobby, write up this week’s web log, and watch the usual colorful con suspects go by.
The panels I sat on seemed well-received. My network of connections expanded, both here at the con and off-site. (Hello, new connections.) I got in a couple of workouts at the under-equipped hotel gym, as well as a swim. The group author signing was, at the least, entertaining. My thanks to Rose Beteem for taking the photo with my phone.
So, no regrets about attending. But I do have to ask if traveling to future conventions makes financial sense. Money has to factor into the calculations. Flights and hotel stays add up.
Though, you do meet some interesting people. This hotel is hosting a weeklong training session for the Federal Bureau of Prisons. Or so I jst found out from the fellow who just spent the last hour talking my ear off. The prison guards mingling with the costumed con-goers is amusing me to no end.
Another half-hour conversation. Man, this post will be disjointed. But, it appears I’ve been invited to be a guest on a podcast. I pity the future listeners. More, I suppose, on that anon.
Right. That’s about it. Hunger is my overriding concern and I’ve been putting off lunch for way too long.