It's midafternoon here in Banff, and I'm already exhausted from all the schmoozing. Granted I was up late last night watching The Sopranos (smuggled in via DVD since none of us were going to be around to watch it in its regular programming). And then I woke up early, kinda stressed out. But fundamentally I find nonstop mingling exhausting. I have a limited amount of energy for meeting even people I know and love, which exhausts itself rapidly. (Writing tends to replenish it.)
The meetings are good, though. I had a nice chat with TNT and a great meeting with Canadian Learning Television, meetings I probably owuldn't have anywhere else. But the unscheduled meetings are just as important: just bumping into people and reminding them you're alive.
<'scuze me while I stifle a tired yawn.>
This afternoon is light, but after coming all this way I don't feel right about napping. And I probably can't concentrate enough to write something creative. So I will press on.
14 hours going to parties and shaking hands and eating is, amazingly enough, hard work.
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