You know, I'm still not quite in the right time zone. I'm about an hour out, somewhere over the Atlantic, perhaps approaching the Irish coast. I promised a convention report about Gallifrey, and I don't know how much of one I can sensibly construct right now, especially with many other things vying for attention, but I can at least proffer the promised photos. Some of them.
Everyone says how lovely the atmosphere of 'Gally' is, and it is. It's always quite a shock. It's like the usual cynicism of fans vanishes while inside a magical boundary, and is replaced by love and glee. That's why the forum threads, post convention, where a couple of people harp on about Colin Baker's autograph charges and the like (he charged, having been flown over by a dealer, but the convention doesn't) feel so shocking. There was actually someone there not feeling it! Or maybe they did at the time, but then woke up when they stepped outside the hotel, shook their head to clear the cobwebs, and rushed off to their keyboard to express their pain once again. This feeling of all-consuming happiness takes British fans, especially, offguard. To us it's like being unexpectedly lovebombed and embraced by some sort of wonderful cult. Kool Aid, you say? Thank you, I shall! That's why the barriers drop, emnities vanish, and professional Doctor Who, as it has since we started coming over with Gary Russell, twelve years ago, gains a new perspective on itself. The influence of this convention, across the fifteen years between the old show and the new, and increasingly with the new show, can't be underestimated.
Lovely things across the weekend: I was a great panel about the impact of new/girl fandom on old/boy fandom (and part of it was about how that bipolarity isn't entirely accurate). Between us and the audience we managed to set out what the situation is now, what the debates are, and where everything's going, a load of useful analysis being done on the fly. I spent a lot of time on comics panels with Tony Lee. I met comics legend Marv Wolfman, a hero of mine who I'd missed in New York. I stayed up late drinking ginger ale with Tara O'Shea and Liz Myles and people like Mark Wright, James Moran and Peter Anghelides, who these days I basically only see in the USA. Which every year we say we should do something about. I'd got psyched up about Toby Hadoke performing his show Moths Ate My Doctor Who Scarf, and so had Toby, pacing the lobby, muttering, nerves shredded. It didn't help that the masquerade (always a moveable feast) over ran, and he went on an hour later than intended. (And a lot of the audience were there for him, and started to kind of resent the costume skits, a feeling which a choice of entertainments normally prevents.) And then the tech crew were frankly incompetent, missing every music cue he'd set up but one, and playing them instead in the wrong places, even when he'd joked they'd do that. I use such unusually harsh words when talking about Gally because nobody else so far has, and those techies deserved a mention. Toby, however, rose way above it, got the audience onside, standing ovation. (And Shaun and Robbie, the organisers, have already indicated a thorough knowledge of the problems and a splendid willingness to fix them, without anyone needing to mention them.) My own onstage show, Just a Minute, went much more smoothly, Toby beating an equally competitive Frazer Hines, Wendy Padbury and Phil Collinson, who kept trying to lure the others into letting him tell his scandalous stories of men called Sven. What can I say about Phil? He was everywhere, buying rounds for every fan in the bar, serving drinks at the Volcano Day toga party, always available for chatter, and clearly bowled over by the appreciation of his work. It was brilliant to see him thanked so much, and to see his kindness in return. Now I want Russell to come over and get his standing ovation.
I got to know Phil Ford and Keith Temple, who are two other charming gentlemen, and who also took to Gally like fishes to rainy climate-changed L.A.. I read out a message from Moffat (it's out there, go and seek it). I taught an audience how to do that little dance Gary Russell does when he's happy. I went out for dinner with Tara and Javier Middleman Grillo-Marxuach, who'd brought his own Doctor Who scarf, and happily wandered the parties and the pool all night, surprising Middleman fans with his presence.
So, okay, there was one ugly incident. And Scott Pilgrim fans will recognise now easily this can happen. Yeah, I got into a fight... with the White Robot...

The White Robot has entered the party!

I tried to give as good as I got, but...

Oof!
Well, serves me right for telling him he wasn't real.
And, apart from Margaret Kistler giving us an Over the Rhine CD to replace the one we'd lost in the car crash, this was perhaps my favourite fan encounter of the weekend...

Dude, they're, like, cosplaying my unbound!
It was also a pleasure to encounter, selling her books (notably Japan Ai: A Tall Girl's Adventures in Japan) in the dealers' room, a really great expressive cartoonist, Aimee Major Steinberger, who's produced an A5 fanzine/sketchbook, The Stuff of Legend, largely about her reactions to discovering Doctor Who:
and ask, and she might well send you one.
Gally had its biggest ever audience this year, and with what they have planned for next year, they're going to need a bigger boat. And from what I hear, they're building one. I look forward to it as I always do.
New York now is just a blur of Scalzi, Mary Robinette Kowal, DWNY, Greenwich Village and one enormous, extraordinary convention, as previously reported here. But I haven't had the chance to share my photos before, so here we go:

That's me and Mark Brooks, the artist on our upcoming
Young Avengers: Dark Reign.
That's the audience of that enormous Marvel panel I was on.

And that's the gang who make
Captain Britain and MI-13, together for the first time. From the right, Editor Nick Lowe, myself, artist Leonard Kirk and Assistant Editor Daniel Ketchum.
Phew. Having not at all recovered from jet lag from those two events, then I popped up to Coventry, where Rob Shearman (back only the day before!) and I were guests at Redemption, the convention run by the fans who used to follow Blake's 7, then Babylon 5, and now are basically having fun, holding panels about anything they like, and waiting to agree, like some lost tribe of fandom, on what the next thing is they should appreciate. I find that very pure, high fan culture indeed. They were a thoroughly decent crowd, great time, good interviews, lucid panels, and the nicest, most straightforwardly friendly hotel staff I've ever encountered at a British convention. Maybe the attitude of Gally sometimes drifts across the water.
That's it for the convention reports. As always, there are a few more things to mention...
ITEM! The BBC Radio 3, 4 and 7 Science Fiction Season has started (with some oddly scary television trailers). Here's a list of all the goodness:
Amongst which you'll note my Afternoon Play on March 5th, which I'll be blogging about nearer the time.
ITEM! Out now is the Solaris Book of New Science Fiction 3...
In which can be found my story 'One of Our Bastards is Missing', the sequel to 'Catherine Drewe' and the second in my Jonathan Hamilton series. Available everywhere, do check it out.
ITEM! I'm interviewed, along with many other comic pros, in the Tripwire Superhero Special, available in all good UK bookshops by this Saturday, in the US by early March...

ITEM! There's a short Cap interview with me at Forces of Geek...
ITEM! And on a personal note, my wife's just been told she can proceed to attend her Selection Conference this summer, basically the two day job interview that will decide whether or not she can become a vicar. After that, if she's successful, will follow years of training before she can actually start doing the vicaring thing. So hooray!
Big changes will also be hopefully coming soon for this blog, which is, I think, looking a bit threadbare, so with some professional help we're going to have a bit of a spring clean. Anyone got any ideas? (Yes, I can hear all of you on LJ now. No, I don't know what causes that problem either. But I hope to get it fixed.) Now, back to work and jetlag cold turkey. Until early next week, Cheerio!