Natterings From Nepantla

I don't think I've managed to mention here that back in January, I became the head of gaming for Pemmi-Con, this year's NASFiC. (NASFiC is a science fiction convention held in North America in years when Worldcon isn't in North America.)

Unlike any of my previous staff positions, this is much less about doing things myself and more about coordinating things. And it means a lot more compromise, accepting that this or that process doesn't happen exactly as I'd like, that e-mails sometimes never get answered (not talking about anyone on the Pemmi-Con staff here, everyone on staff that I've interacted with has been great at timely communication), and all the other things that come from working with lots of other human beings in an entirely voluntary setting.

It's just over two weeks until the con begins, and just under two weeks until I make my way to Canada and start to find out whether the things arranged have materialized or whether I've been speaking to figments of my imagination all this time. A piece of my mind is permanently dedicated to being anxious at this point.

A small piece, though. I do believe we'll have a game library (run by the local gaming con), a pinball room (run by the guy who runs it for the local sf con), scheduled games, space to schedule pick-up games, and either a play-and-win section or useful information about trying to organize one to pass along to the next NASFiC.