I’m not sure what it is about conferences.
They make me… want to do things.
Organise, lobby, create.
Today I feel like I wish I could enhance PAX and level it up into it’s next evolution. I’m not sure what that exactly looks like, but it probably involves some moderator training, a slightly broader net of topics, and maybe some workshops. It feels like PAX has a level of energy around it that is worth harnessing… for awesome.
Saturday I felt a pressing need to lobby politicians and try to help activists get their message across. There were so many people at panels passionate about changing pieces of their world, but obviously bewildered about how to go about it.
Friday, I just wanted to start a gaming cafe where people can play games over a meal. But that sounds like a great way to never have time for anything else ever again.
It’s a constant stream of inspiration and puzzle-pieces shifting around in my head.
And there is never enough time to think it all through to conclusions. I’m thinking I should give up some of my TV time in favour of writing time, lest these ideas end up indefinitely detained in the cage inside my brain.
Sadly, all of that is going to have to take a back-seat to my NaNoWriMo now; I have a 30 day deadline, and Tycho signed my messenger-bag with a “Godspeed” when I told him, and now it kinda feels like he is going to haunt me till the end of the month, and possibly beyond if I fail. I have to live up to his well-wish, or I’ll fail on two levels simultaneously.
Also, he has seemed possessed in the comics more of late, and I shouldn’t take any chances.
It was a great time, and I wish there were more of it. Even while it is exhausting. Or perhaps because of.
Thanks PAX, thanks crowd, thanks atmosphere.
And thanks Robert Khoo for picking Australia. That was cool of you.