As I write this, Kathleen is getting the evening off from Mommy duty. I’m here in the hotel room while she’s off hanging with friends while Ariel is, in all likelihood, at the concert being given by Chick Corea. Caroline was getting a bit fussy, reluctant to settle down for bed. So I’ve ordered up “Shrek II and Caroline, a huge fan of computer animation, is contentedly watching it in bed.
This was a pretty good day. Kathleen and I were both on a panel about where one’s muse comes from. From what does a writer draw inspiration. The basic answer for me is deadlines and bills. That’s about all the spur I need.
Went to the “Firefly” panel. Now…Jewel Staite (who used to work for me on “Space Cases” back when she was thirteen) and Nathan Fillion have been having a sort of bizarre contest since the earliest days of “Firefly.” Basically they find new and innovative ways to flip each other off. It seemed that Nathan had the last word because, at the very end of the “Firfly” motion picture outtake reel, the words “For Jewel” appeared followed by an action figure of Nathan as Caleb extending his middle finger at her.
So apparently Nathan won the contest.
Not anymore.
Because when they started doing their Q&A, Nathan happened to call on the fat bearded guy in the third row. And I stood up on the chairs, and bellowed, “Nathan! On behalf of Jewel…” at which point everyone in the packed ballroom got to their feet, “Dragon*Con salutes you!” And a room filled with over a thousand people extended their middle fingers at Nathan Fillion. Nathan took it as well as could be expected, admitting “that’s a lot of bird,” although he did darkly warn several times that we had “f*cked up.” Jewel was beaming, pleased with her (no pun intended) handiwork. Adam Baldwin looked serenely bemused.





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