Right at *this* particular moment, I have absolutely no desire to go to Swancon.
I’m looking forward to going to work today. I love my job. Holidays, while I am really looking forward to them, actually mean two weeks without seeing my work mates, who are a particular brand of awesome. It might sound stupid and adolescent-ish, but I miss them on the holidays 🙂
Last year I could not WAIT to go to Swancon. It was my first, it was Natcon, there were a whole bunch of folk going who I really really wanted to spend time with. This year, not at all excited.
Part of that is being fucked around with the book from not one but TWO printers. It’s made me question my own abilities, and has sincerely pissed me off. It’s a bloody good anthology, and I’m really looking forward to people’s reactions when they see it, but for fuck’s sake, they can’t see it if the printer doesn’t do their job.
Part of it is that I’ll have the kids with me for three out of the four days I’d planned to spend at Swancon. Two of the four days are going to cost around $150 each for creche/babysitting. The other two days I know I’m not going to be able to have the kind of conversations I would normally have at cons because there’ll be two little people needing attention too. Kinda puts a dampner on it a bit. I love them, and I wouldn’t change having them for the world, but, well, you know…
Part of it is that I’m sick. Not super sick, just enough that I’m wiped out already (and in that case, it’s probably a good thing I won’t be having any late nights this weekend!), with a sore throat, bit of a cough, that sort of shit. So really, I don’t feel like doing anything at all.
Fuck, what a whingey post. I guess the upshot is, I don’t know how much time I’ll be spending at Swancon. I’ll get in early tomorrow and hand over all the things I need to for the TPP sales table, but unless I continually bugger off and take the kids to do shit (and the children’s program DOES look awesome), I’m pretty sure they’re not going to last the distance, no matter how many distractions I throw at them. Saturday is creche, but I don’t think the creche worker will take the kids to the kid’s programme, which is mostly Saturday, so I’ll no doubt end up paying for time I don’t use because I want the kids to do the programme. Dunno how that’s going to go with trying to run tables on Market Day. Sunday I’m leaving them at home (always assuming my babysitter doesn’t cancel, or have to work), and hopefully I’ll be able to go to the Tin Ducks in the evening as well, but I’ll have to come home straight after.
I’m just so tempted not to even bother. Fuck.