The Conference was a rampant success. Stay tuned here in the next day or so for updates, responses, reflections, and an announcement or two from this humble Thracian.
Till then, a few odds and ends, before I’m off to find out how to fit all of my empty bottles into the recycling bin…
Morpheus Ravenna’s fund-raising campaign for her ground-breaking project, The Book of the Great Queen, is almost at its end. With less than 55 hours on the clock, we’ve come together and almost put together the rest of the funds to meet the project’s final stretch goals. Please please please help this happen.
And, for those who are waiting for replies from me in email or on Facebook, please be patient: I’m bad at this “internet” thing on a good day and I am exhausted. The next few days though will be fairly well dedicated to “getting shit like that done” as I clear my schedule and back-log for a few special projects.
A special shout-out to everyone who helped keep me smoking and drinking through the convention. A lovely bottle of Fecking Irish whiskey (and some delicious cigars) kept me upright and holding court today in the aftermath of the conference (thanks Duffi) and I had some tasty tasty cigars and some eagle-adorned bourbon out of the trunk of a car that was amongst the friendliest and most hospitable of parking-lot-social-times of the weekend.
And, lastly, I sincerely hope that I didn’t offend anyone in any lasting way at any point during the Conference. If I did, please contact me privately and I will do what I can to make it right. I am astounded by how drama-and-conflict free the entire weekend was, and feel blessed to have met so many fucktastically awesome people.
Be well, the fucking lot of you.