Post-Con Hangover

Creativity takes a toll on energy. On everything, really. But it is possible to build up stamina, at least enough to get through a project before the crash and burn.

Cons require a whole different form of energy. (Jeff Vandermeer’s Booklife is fantastic for detailing the different strains and drains, as well as promoting empowerment to do only what works with and for you.)

World Fantasy was AMAZING. Some good panels, fantastic readings, and many wonderful people. I made some new friends, met old ones I hadn’t seen in two years, had great conversations, played Cards Against Humanity after two margaritas (which always makes things extra interesting) . . .

I had to leave early Sunday, because of the pesky day job. Which, in the grand scheme of things, worked out for the better; the final performance of the play, canceled due to snow, got rescheduled for Sunday evening. By the time my plane left the ground, I knew I was in trouble.

The post-con hangover had already begun.

For me, post-con hangover is a leaden kind of exhaustion that hazes out the world, coupled (at least when traveling) with a vaguely queasy sensation. (When I showed up for the performance, I resembled the living dead. But that sort of adrenaline can be self-correcting, which is thankfully what happened. Despite everything, it was a good show.)

Monday, I’m not quite sure how I got through the work day, let alone a grocery run. And now this post is late, for which I have only excuses and apologies.

Take it as proof that the hangover is real.

I need more coffee.

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