Why is it that I feel like I need a vacation to recover from my vacation? This year, Clan Xandra divided our time between the Pennsic War and GenCon, which, for you non-g33ks out there, are a medieval re-creation war in a primitive campsite, and the world's largest gaming convention, respectively, although you can find chicks in metal bikinis at both events.
Imagine my surprise when I discovered an "Authors' Alley" at GenCon, featuring many small press and self-pubbed authors of various subjects of SF and Fantasy. Some of it looked really good, and if I weren't on limited budget and even more limited time ("Okay, honey, I'll take the kids, you go through the Dealers' Arena. Fifteen minutes for fifty thousand square feet and fifteen hundred vendors, then we switch. Ready? Go!") I would have stopped to chat.
I had a really good time playing Mechwarrior miniatures, and all along, I kept wondering...why isn't there more erotic romance with giant robots in it? Why aren't more guys picking up their dates in a giant mechanical suit outfitted with quad lasers and a belly turret gun? Chicks dig giant robots, people!
Still, I wonder what it would be like to take a vacation someplace relaxing, like the beach. And just, do nothing. What's it like to actually get extra sleep on a vacation? To not swelter in a tent in ninety-degree heat and too many layers of medieval clothing, or roll around in sensory overload from fifteen hundred little companies trying to sell games, cards, fantasy artwork of women with impossibly gravity-defying chest attributes, and/or The Batmobile? What's it like to just be alone, or with few other people on vacation, instead of edging yourself around someone in full Tudor garb, complete with three-foot farthinggale hoop skirts, or Klingons, or Drow elves, Warrior princesses, and various Pirates of the Caribbean washed up all the way to Indiana?
I'm grateful to get back to work, because it looks like I'll need the rest!