Here’s a question: is it really a rollercoaster if the big drop is right at the beginning, before any climbing up?
That’s the way this day, our first full day at the World Horror Convention in San Francisco, has gone. Before we left our hotel room to head for the dealer’s room and a full day of talking up Afterhell, the Willamette Radio Workshop, and Dry Smoke and Whispers, I decided to check my mail. I was promptly smacked between the eyes:
Somehow, so far, I’ve managed to keep myself from emailing this woman back and burning her right down to the ground. But it is so tempting. The secretary and treasurer of the Society have emailed the list responding to her, addressing her problem in a very restrained and tactful way. That helps a bit. But damn, it still hurts.
The convention started slow, but picked up a bit. We’ve frequently had to explain what it was we had on the table, but definitely got some interest from people we talked to. We have now sold items from all of the audiotheater folks we’re representing. I even sold a piece of jewelry to the wife of one of the guests of honor!
Afterward we met our good friend drtheta for a great dinner in Japantown. He’s coming back to the convention for the day tomorrow too.