It. Was. Exhausting.
In a good way and the falldowngoboom way.
The con was held near Heathrow airport from Thursday night through Monday afternoon, within commuting distance, which is good. That it was a 2-hour each way commute was not good. The trade-off was money/time/fun. Less money spent, but less time and less fun at the con. For those of you who have never attended one, often the most fun at a SF/F con is to be had in the bar, and if you have to leave at 10 pm to make your train home, you miss a LOT of the fun.
But I still met a lot of new peeps, caught up with several peeps I don't get to see very often, and attended some good--and some not-so-good--panels, on everything from pushing the boundaries of genre to youth and youthfulness in SF/F to what makes a hero in SF/F lit, among other topics.
Being at a con with so many published--and even famous--authors is both inspiring and soul-killing. It has made me long to be home, in front of my computer finishing a revision of a short story and working on the novel. It has also made me feel as if the world is rubbing my nose in the mess I have made of all of it, showing me how what I'm writing is WRONG. Perhaps I needed to stay and drink in the bar after all.