I had been told that Dragon*Con was huge and that it had a lot of fantastic costumes. This did nothing to prepare me.
My flight to Atlanta had no problems, which is something of a record a this point. Arriving in Atlanta, I took MARTA into the city since it was supposed to stop less than a block from my hotel. As soon as I came out of the underground, I saw a Jedi and started grinning. There were other costumes scattered through the folks walking on the sidewalk.
I was at the Westin which only had the alternate history track in it. A cluster of folks in outstanding steampunk garb were standing in the entrance talking. I felt like I’d come home.
I decided that, since I had a reading that I would go ahead and wear one of the Regency outfits I’d brought. After considering and discarding the green silk spencer, due to the heat, I opted for the white sprigged lawn, with a blue moiré sash and matching blue pashmina shawl. Despite my short hair, I’ve figured out how to get it up into something resembling the correct do through the use of fifteen bobby pins.
I trotted off to registration toting a bag of sandalwood fans and my shadow puppet show, intending to go from there to my reading.
I am glad I scheduled extra time. Though I breezed through the guest line, I still had an insane time actually getting to the location of my reading.
Dragon*Con is huge. When people say “huge” they are being coy. It is freaking ginormous and has something like 60,000 people half of which, I’m guessing, are in costume. There are five different hotels. So to get from one to the next, you have to move through vast seas of Riddlers, Klingons, Fairy Princesses,
Transformers, Stormtroopers, and Steampunk Explorers. It is daunting. Daunting, I tell you.
I did find the location for reading, as did an audience. Very exciting.
My routine now is to read a cutting of the first chapter, answer some questions and talk about the writing process, then do the shadow puppet show The Broken Bridge — which I really will do a blog post about — and then sometimes read the part of Chapter 10 where Mr. Vincent performs the shadow play. I think there were twenty or so people in the room but I didn’t get a head count.
After the reading, I went out to dinner with Matthew and Tracy Rotundo, Dan Wells, Alethea Kontis, Joe Branson, Leanna Renee Hieber, and Andrew Williams. It was fun to have a chance to talk to folks.
After that, I made the mistake of separating from the group not realizing that I would never find anyone ever again in Dragon*Con. The survival strategy is to either have a designated home base with a group or to glom on to people when you find them. Having made no plans, I spent the rest of the weekend glomming on to people when I found them. I felt a bit like the puppy that gets left outside the coffeeshop, endlessly scanning the crowd for his person.
So Day One of Dragon*Con? Fun. Overwhelming. Visual Eye Candy.
My daughter – back of her head in this picture, with the headset – was very excited to present her grandmother with her signed fan, and to tell her about the puppet show. I can’t wait for the next book – even more so after knowing more about it and the details of the science behind the magic. And thank you for linking to my day one DragonCon report – I know so many sci fi/fantasy fans who would love to go to DragonCon and are happy to read about it and see photos.
How was the rest of the con? Sounds slightly intimidating! I’m such a huge nerd, but I have to ask if you attended the Firefly panel. Would love to hear more about DragonCon.
Crazy fun, as always – no, we didn’t attend the Firefly panel, but we were in line for the cosplay competition in the hotel kitchen when the Firefly panel was brought around to the adjacent ballroom for their entrance, so we got to see them up close and personal. No photos, of course. I wrote up the three days we were there over at BSC (to which you linked) and then again after we got home on my blog. I kind of stumbled through work on Tuesday, still looking around for people in costumes (that boy on the street walking to school? Not Chewbacca, just a really big brown hoodie).