||[Aug. 1st, 2008|09:27 am]
I keep dreaming that I'm back at HOPE and things go ridiculously wrong in various ways. Either I'm late for my panel, or my panel is cancelled entirely and I show up to someone else presenting, or people totally hate my artwork, or I show up and everyone had the con already without inviting me, or I lose my badge and am not allowed back in, or other crazy stuff.
Of course, in real life none of that happened, and HOPE was a wonderful experience for me. I think I'm just having to burn off a lot of mental trash; I was anxious about a lot of con stuff before and during the event, and immediately afterward I ended up getting really sick and ending up in the hospital. (That wasn't con-related, and it all turned out all right in the end; perhaps I'll write about it later.)
Now I find myself actually able to chill out for a while before taking on my next batch of projects, and it actually feels odd not having my attention and efforts pulled in 47 different directions. It's not surprising that its taking a while to empty the subconscious recycling bin.
Apologies to all who were expecting me to post con pics and writeups and so on; I should be able to tackle that this weekend.