Apparently, as a rule I don't talk much

[pameladean]

Yesterday I was a guest of the Minnesota SF Writers' Meetup, organized by an energetic and charming woman named Hilary who once, long ago, came up to me at Minicon after I had read the first chapter of the yet-incomplete Tam Lin and, in the company of her friend Nat, asked, "Did you go to Carleton?" I had described the room that Nat was presently occupying at Carleton.

She had secured the private room at Curran's, a restaurant conveniently located within walking distance of my house. There were sixteen people there, that being the number the restaurant had told Hilary the room would hold. As it turned, out, this only worked if you put several people at smaller tables some where they couldn't hear properly. We crammed everybody into one long table. mmerriam and careswen were there, and had kindly snagged seats across from the one designated for me (I was a little late), so that I wouldn't feel too intimidated. Two people I know from local fandom but don't see much these days, Andre and Rebecca, were there; also dsgood, whom I still see at MinnStf when I get there; as well as several Carleton graduates and a woman who works at Carleton because she read Tam Lin. I know that somewhere there must be people who went to Carleton because of Tam Lin and discovered bitterly that they hated the entire experience, but they don't seem to feel impelled to tell me about it.

As I had suspected, it's really not possible to have other than a good time in the company of a lot of aspiring writers and some of their co-conspirators. But my voice gave out quite early, and the people at the other end of the table could not hear me very well. At least one of them buttonholed me afterwards and got to ask her question after all.

I walked home in the lovely sunshine and then dallied about until it was time to go with David to a small party that had suddenly sprung up like a daffodil shoot. I got to talk to people I hadn't seen for a while, and be mugged by demanding cats, and hear music, and it was all good. David was trying out his new camera, and that is always very endearing and entertaining to watch.

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[faithhopetricks.livejournal.com]

Hilary who once, long ago, came up to me at Minicon after I had read the first chapter of the yet-incomplete Tam Lin and, in the company of her friend Nat, asked, "Did you go to Carleton?" I had described the room that Nat was presently occupying at Carleton.

Aww. Wow, that's lovely.

[pameladean]

Their eyes were as big as saucers. It really was lovely. Continuity is a splendid thing.

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