So, after keeping me up late, the little guy slept until 8, which was crazy late for him. We breakfasted out of the con suite, then returned to the room to shower and all that stuff.
Tarri and the baby headed for a panel on Bird Flu at 10am, which was in the same room as the characterization panel. After getting myself ready and heading in that direction, I came across
tobiasbuckell in the registration area, where he was dealing with some miscommunication issues regarding panelists and such.
We met back up in the panel, where we sat down to discuss characterization with M. Keaton and Nancy Atwell. Mr. Keaton, who is not to be confused with the actor, spoke up right away to say that the latest reviews of his work have generally savaged his characterization, so he would be learning as much as anyone else. And then I got to admit that I had only one short story sale, and it wasn't out yet. Of course, then I forgot to name the story or mention the magazine that it was coming out in. Go me.
Overall, the panel went really well. My pet peeve of relentless military stereotyping got us into some really interesting areas of discussion. Toward the end, Toby (as moderator) posed the question to the panel regarding favorite author or book for characterization, fiction and non-fiction. I threw out the Vorkosigan series (which someone disagreed with) and Orson Scott Card's
Character and Viewpoint, the title of which I transposed. Oops.
Oh, and one of the very good topics we got to was the question of making alien characters more than the sum of their cultural quirks. In other words, how do you give aliens identities that are not defined by what makes them alien, rather than what makes them individuals. I had to give "mad props" to
kristine_smith for her Idomeni characters and how they are quite individual while at the same time, as Toby suggested was necessary, seeming more alien than the Japanese. (Who of us, after all, hasn't read a book where the aliens were more recognizable than many human cultures?)
Lunch followed, with Toby, and we discussed at length the joys of navigating Toledo's freeways.
After lunch, the wife went down for a nap, and the little man and I hung out in the hotel's atrium.
Then, at four, came the Tea Party panel which, in fact, was hilarious. Though moreso in terms of the "geeks overcoming" than the hilarity of the puns. (Though, at one point, M. Keaton referred to a military attack as "teabagging" ... and I'm the only one who laughed at all.)
Dinner followed, at Red Robin across the street. It started to rain while we were in there, and at one point I noticed a weird rush of servers and employees to the fron lobby area of the restaurant. When we left, we saw why: the clouds had thinned to the west, causing a huge double rainbow to appear over 6 Mile Rd to the east. Quite spectacular.
At eight we kicked off another Black Sweater Party. Two of the participants had returned from the night before, and a few had returned from last year. Though we had a new guy there in knock-off MarPat digital cammies, who seemed to be quite irked whenever I corrected him on technique. In the end, they ran three simulated assaults on part of the hotel, one of which ended in a horrible friendly fire incident. In fact, in that incident, both myself and the other referee, Sal the owner of Aegis Consulting, were "shot" in the exchange.
Good fun and good exercise.
And then, bless his heart, Tony went to sleep. So I watched some baseball (go Tigers) and then wandered out into the con. Chatted with
howardtayler and some other folks whose names escape me... except for Karen, whose name sticks with me, because she kinda reminds me of a cousin by the same name.
By 1am, I was dead, and collapsed in bed. But I have to say, this was one of the longest and most interesting con days I've ever had.