Tag: Cons

News & Upcoming Events

Conflux Panels

I’m off to Conflux down in Canberra over the weekend. I’ll be on a couple of panels over the weekend, handily summed up as follows: Guest of Honour Marc Gascoigne, interviewed by Peter Ball, 2:30 – 3:30pm, Friday 26th April The business side of writing, 5.00-5.55pm, Friday 26 April Putting the heart into superheroes, 10.00-10.55am, Saturday 27 April Conventions, what are they? How are they developed? What types are there?, 2.30-3.30pm, Saturday 27 April Star Wars—the rebirth, 8.00-8.55pm, Saturday 27 April Full details are over on the Conflux website, although I think the titles are pretty self-explanatory. When not at these panels, odds are I’ll be set up in the bar (along with all the other writers) or up in my room having a nap, given that I’m still fighting off a cold (read: I am the infection vector for con-crud this time around; avoid me like the plague).

News & Upcoming Events

Where to Find Me in Melbourne This Coming Weekend

So on Wednesday morning I’m going to be running away to Melbourne for a week. It’s nothing personal against Brisbane – I quite like the place, really – but Melbourne has this habit of kidnapping many of my favourite people in the world and forcing them to, like, live there in the land of good coffee and weather that occasionally acknowledges there are four seasons rather than switching from “hot” to “cold” at some randomly appointed times in the middle of Autumn and Spring. Since a couple of those people are crazy enough to say things like “come stay with us, any time,” I’m taking them at their word and spending a few days inhabiting their spare room. And then, on Friday, I’ll be heading off to Continuum for a weekend of writer-nerdery and beer. All of which is really just a set-up for the obligatory “these are the panels I’ll be on at Continuum” post, in case there’s anyone

Journal

Adelaide/Conjecture Recap

There’s always a lingering feeling that I should do a recap or con-report after I get home from a convention, but it never gets done despite my inner guilt. Part of it is due to the nature of my participation at cons (primarily based around the bar, regardless of whether I’m drinking) and part of it’s because I’m a lazy bugger who’s acutely aware that if I did start reporting it’d quickly become about me (and who really wants that?). So instead I’m going to take a page out of Sean William’s con report and summarise: Adelaide was fricken awesome. It involved good food, monkeypunk, the cognitive dissonance that occurs every time I have a conversation with Dirk Flinthart and realise he’s not just a character in a book I read too many times when I was twenty-two, much time spent rejoicing with friends old and new, a panel in which I seemed to confuse everyone as to the nature of