In Search of a Sequel

So there was this science fiction convention being held at a spa hotel, which meant that in addition to seeing your favorite SF writers on panels, you could go to a sauna or a hot tub or a massage, or you could have your chakras aligned or your colon cleansed or whatever.  Instead of being confined to a dealers’ room, the dealers set out their tables in pleasant green courtyards, under the shade of trees.  It made for an agreeable, low-key convention experience. I was wandering through one of...