Wow, it feels like the second day of Worldcon was forever ago. Usually, Friday is the first real day of a convention, but since Thursday was the first full day of Worldcon, that wasn’t the case.
I don’t remember a whole lot from it, but there were a few really awesome panels.
In the morning, I went to a social networking panel with Tee Morris and Cory Doctorow, among others. Awesome, fast paced discussion–pure gold, every second of it. The main takeaway I got was to try out everything, but only stick with the things I actually enjoy. There are lots and lots of ways to use social networking tools, and if something is compelling but not enjoyable, it’s not much better than a life-killing addiction. Also, Facebook is the equivalent of high fructose corn syrup.
In the afternoon, I went to a panel on romantic elements in science fiction, with Louis Master Bujold on it, among others. She made perhaps the most interesting point I heard all weekend: that in romance, women typically write about love and life, whereas men typically write about love and death. SO TRUE. It happens all the time in my own work, to the point where you can set your watch by it.
After a long and tiring day, I took off a couple hours before the parties just to decompress (and also blog about Thursday, as you may have noticed). Got caught up on David Gaughran‘s blog, which as usual had some interesting analysis about the latest news in the ebook revolution. And then…well, let’s just say I got into a little bit of a discussion with a senior editor at Tor about ebooks and whether it’s a good idea now to self publish. His parting shot: “You’re not going to win this argument!” To which I wanted to respond: “I don’t care about winning it with you; I care about winning it with the readers.”
Seriously, when it came to ebooks and epublishing, almost every editor, agent, and author at the convention either had deer in the headlights syndrome or was in outright denial. It’s gotten to a point where they can’t ignore it, but literally everyone who brought up the subject on a panel either dismissed all successful indie writers as outliers, or brought up the flood-of-crap argument that so many people have already debunked. I don’t think the publishers are quite as stupid as the record labels in the late 90s…but seriously, they aren’t much better.
Not that I was purposefully trying to be antagonistic. I only brought up the subject with that particular editor because I knew I didn’t have a chance with him. For the most part, all I did at the con was listen and observe. But man–there’s a lot of willful ignorance out there. And after a while, that made me a little disillusioned with the whole convention…but more on that later.
Suffice it to say, Friday was a long and eventful day that went by so quickly I’ve forgotten almost everything else that happened.