I cranked out 2000+ words on The Last Captain this weekend. A respectable number, given the other demands of family life. This recent spat of writing has been motivated by a number of miseries in my personal life and a great deal of hope for the future.
I attended the World Horror and Fantasy Convention the weekend of Halloween, and several events there were very significant for me.
I was blessed in that I was able to drive an author around that wrote one of the mainstays of my reading since I was 16 and living in Switzerland. David Drake was gracious, thoughtful, fun to be around, and generally the type of man I had imagined him to be.
I made a new friend, another author of speculative fiction. Mark Van Name, also gracious, thoughtful, fun to be around, and generally the type of man I like to associate with.
I made many other contacts and new friends. It was enormously stimulating to me to associate with people smarter, better educated and more experienced than I who were interested in the same things as I. So stimulating that despite a very late night, a great number of drinks, and a strong desire to just snooze, I could not sleep well the entire weekend. Entirely over-stimulated.
I am currently reading One Jump Ahead, by Mark Van Name. A fun read and thoughtful, just like it's author.