Time really flies, doesn’t it? I’m still catching my breath after ConQuesT, and to be honest, I haven’t fully unpacked yet.
The suitcase full of art is still sitting on the dining room table, too, but I’m just going to re-tag them for SoonerCon anyway. No sense in hauling it upstairs just to turn around and drag it down again.
As for my own suitcase, well, the Trouble Twins will sleep on top of it no matter where I leave it. (They insist that it’s not really a suitcase, but a supremely desirable cat bed with wheels and a handle, and how dare I remove it from the house, ever.)
I think the con went well. There has been good word of mouth about it, and I’ve received several thank yous from the participants. I was afraid I had overbooked folks for panels, but we had enough cancellations and last-minute additions that it mostly worked out okay.
As for the panel topics, they were a little tired and road-weary, even though I tried to snazz them up by merging some of the “writer” panels and “art” panels into more broad-themed “creative” panels. Most of the panels I was on or peeked in on were sparsely attended. The only time I really saw critical mass was at opening and closing ceremonies, the masquerade, the free food event, and the late night parties.
But everyone seemed to be having a good time. The art demos went well — sort of a sideshow in the hallway in front of the art show. If only there had been more foot traffic through that hallway, it would have been spectacular!
It would be fabulous if ConQuesT were in a hotel were all programming is clustered around the same general area, rather than flung about in opposite corners of the building.
Meanwhile, I spent most of the con somewhat under the weather with a non-con-crud ailment, and while it remains a lingering concern, I’m feeling much better. And so far, no con crud! I’m almost caught up on my supreme lack of sleep, made all the more annoying by the mundanes who threw a wild party on the “quiet floor” until the wee hours of Friday night.