Accomplished: first convention of 2021!
Capricon 41 took place over the weekend. I was going to pass on it this year. I've been running on fumes for ages and saving my small energies for Finishing The Book. The deadlines for submitting panel ideas and for interest in programming came & went while I was still fully mired in the midwinter mental mire. I planned to buy a membership to support the incredible, generous, hard-working people who were making the con happen despite stick-in-the-muds like me, but I was going to steer VERY clear of the chaos created in my brain by attempting online interaction over multiple, simultaneous channels.
Meh, I thought, and blergh. I don't have it in me to deal with All The Virtual Things.
Then I found out at the last minute that Michi Trota was going to be one of the Guests of Honor. C'mon, self, you canNOT miss out on that, I told myself, and I asked myself in my most persuasive inner voice, How hard could it be to simply attend the virtual con? No responsibilities. Zero expectations. Nothing to panic over.
My argument was simple but convincing. I boxed up all my freakout fears & scraped up all my post-hibernation energy and registered, bullied my tech into cooperating, and got online.
...nd promptly freaked out and panicked and had a Really Bad Day over the ordeal of dealing, but! BUT! I collected some support (THANK YOU ALL MY SUPPORTIVE ONLINE FRENZ) applied warm fuzzies to the anxiety prickle wounds, and in the end it was an amazing good time.
I learned a ton of new things. How one person's utopia can be another's dystopia, what makes space opera space opera, the need for shaping society with hopeful, inclusive, personal narratives that go beyond reflecting and amplifying existing systems, and much more. My TBR list has exploded with new titles both fiction & research-related. The affirmation of hearing Real Experts validate the importance of stories like the ones I write--ones with complex, flawed characters, with resolutions based on cooperation & collective action, where erasing a villain doesn't fix systemic ills, but determination and hope make improvements that are framed as worthy, achievable goals--well! That alone was worth the emotional price of admission. (and that was just the start!)
It's post-con now, so of course I'm wrestling with residual weasel-whispers of, "You weren't really freaking out, you just want attention, you're a weak, whiny, lazy little coward who has all the privileges in the world but can't be bothered to work hard, so you're making excuses and posturing and claiming victimhood, you should be ashamed of yourself, other people who have it much worse than you do and manage to do so much more." Stupid weasels. Good thing I have on my big, spiky weasel-stomping boots.
One extra-grand thing about the con being virtual was that I could bake bread, make oatcakes, and also get a lot of words written in the same weekend I was attending panels and engaging in inspiring discussions. I streamed the filk circles & performances while I was working on Ghost Town more than once, and that was particularly enjoyable.
And now, have pictures of the bread I baked. Because stress baking is a thing in this house.
