In which I have only one life
My Second Life events are done as of last Thursday, and I admit I am both relieved and bummed. I am relieved because, short of throwing myself out of an airplane, I'm not sure much will get my adrenaline revved as high as an appearance in Second Life. If everything is going smoothly, there are about fourteen things to be juggled at once, but nothing ever goes smoothly in Second Life. There were major audio issues on Thursday, so the writers' workshop that ought to have been a simple interview had to be reconstructed as an in-world chat instead, which means I was typing my little fingers off for two hours, trying to keep track of the questions I was being asked and give informative interesting answers in two lines or less. (The audio gremlin was in my computer too, which made me feel just awful for the good people at the SLAgency who had organized everything so nicely.)
Anyway, there were some really excellent questions asked about my process, publishing in general, etc. and it was a pleasure to answer them. I hugely enjoyed my time at Bellmont Abbey, and that brings me to the part where I am bummed. Most authors will never get to see their creations brought to life in any format, and I got to wander around the Abbey for a month. Everytime I visited, the agency had created something new and fabulous, gilding the lily for me and other visitors for a long time to come. They held my hand and were incredibly patient with all the little glitches that Second Life is prone to. I could not have asked for a lovelier group of people to spend my in-world time with. So, major smoochy love to everybody at SLAgency, most particularly to Lou, Jaci, and Rogue for all the support and for making me laugh. Couldn't have done it without you--wouldn't have wanted to.
