|(with the Sisters Dent, Karen and Roxanne)|
It poured for most of our gray Friday in Rhode Island. Karen and Roxanne, Scott Goudsward, and I pulled off our Lovecraft panel at 3 that afternoon. Though the panel was not what I originally conceived and presented to the NECon committee -- one specifically devoted to The Call of Lovecraft -- the hour went well and my wonderful authors in the anthology were still able to discuss their stories to a decent-sized audience. The heat in the conference room was borderline volcanic; following the panel's conclusion, I returned to my igloo under the a-c upstairs and wrote for an hour before moseying back downstairs for dinner. After the meal, sisters Dent, the talented Morven Westfield, and I headed to the farthest corner of the lounge to write. Rain flowed down the greenhouse-style windows. It was like writing beneath a waterfall, an experience similar to one I enjoyed at a writer's retreat in North Conway, New Hampshire.
Friday night saw a multitude of events -- movies, social mixers, music. I retired early, passed out quickly, and woke to a gorgeous and sunny Saturday. The rain blew the humidity out and after a decent breakfast buffet, I returned to my room and slid open the big window facing down on the central courtyard. Fresh, sweet air swept through the room. I wrote "The Eclipse" to conclusion just in time to welcome Evil Jester Press publisher and good pal Charles Day, who drove up from Long Island for his first-ever NECon.
|(with Scott T. Goudsward on the Lovecraft Panel)|
Up early on Sunday, the conference's final day, I wandered downstairs, guzzled iced coffee, and completed the longhand draft of "Sticks and Stones," my second full story penned while at NECon 2012. Before breakfast service, I also got down another 1,000 words on a new novella aimed as my follow up to "Mason's Murder," available on August 3, my first release from the fine folks at MLR Press. Another decent lunch and then NECon officially concluded.
|(Dinner with the cool kids -- Charlie Day, Karen, Roxanne,|
and David Bernstein's elbow)