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[aadler]

 
Last time I looked, it was more than a month till WriterCon II. Now it’s almost down to three weeks.

I’ve been thinking about the first ’Con, and one of the things that struck me is how capricious is my memory. I met a lot of people, and it’s no surprise that I don’t remember all the faces, but the randomness and arbitrariness of remembrance is something of a surprise.

I looked forward to meeting, and met, liz_marcs, nwhepcat, and honorh. I don’t remember nwhepcat’s face. I love her stories (the non-slash entries), she beta-ed for me on “Beg to Differ”, she has a delightful online persona. I just don’t remember her face.

I remember taraljc, with whom I spoke only briefly. chrisjournal, of course, no one could forget her. mintwitch, who was always around but with whom I don’t ever remember dealing directly. I met spiralleds, read some of her work, talked with her, don’t remember her at all. (Why not? It’s just not right.) I might or might not be able to recognize rahirah if I saw her again. I think I may have met bastardsnow, but I’m not sure and I don’t have a face to go with it.

The point is that there’s no real pattern to it. I had good times with people who just never registered. I have crisp memories of people who were around me but not actually connected to me.

This time, I think, I’ll bring my digital camera. Of course, then I’ll just return home three days later, look at the photos, and say, “Who’s that? I mean, I remember us arguing about [fill-in-your-own-controversy], but who IS it?”

The good news is that joining LJ has given me more contact, with more people, in a very short time, than I had managed in the five years leading up to WriterCon ’Vegas. There are more people I’m looking forward to meeting, this time, than before. Some folks have been really nice to me, and I’ll be happy to express my appreciation in person.

Let the good times roll.