We laughed, because he was right. During most of the time I was at GenCon I was not playing games, watching costumes, or in the Dealer’s Hall. I was mostly at the Writer’s Symposium.
And I had a blast. I stumbled across it last year because I signed up so late, and it was the central point of my GenCon this year. It does, however, lead to less-interesting pictures than those who hunt down chainmail (or stormtrooper) bikinis.
So if you’re interested in seeing what those authors really look like (yes, the books do not just write themselves), feel free to gaze with joyous abandon at my Flickr set.
Just beware. The carpet may gaze back at you.