It was I who proposed this panel, which was quickly accepted. Now, that daunting feeling begins to course my veins again. It's as if I see all the notes at once on a sheet of music before me, and not the tune.
Okay ... I take a breath ... and I try to focus on the details in this situation: I've ordered a case of Echoes to sell at my rented table, check. My costume is decided on: a white lacy blouse with high-neck, one of my cameos, and a smart pair of slacks, check. Applied for and received the requisite business license, check. My business cards have already arrived, check. What else...?
Ah yes, I need to prep for the panel. And, what will that entail? I am pretty well versed (pardon) on the mechanisms involved in my own writing, and I've been an avid Steamppunk fan since it's early Cyberppunk days in the 60's ... but how does that qualify me to run such a loaded panel?
Ah, but that is the point! All I really need to do is to be myself, explain how i got here, and field whatever questions come my way. I know the classics ... I learned to write by proxy from the great poets of rhyme and Iambic Pentameter ... and I have had to justify, to myself and to those who promote modernday prose, why the Neo-Victorian form of poetry is relevant today. So, it's probable that I'll do just fine.
In any case, I still have much to do in preparation for Clockwork Alchemy, but I now begin see the tune on the page a little more clearly. Oh, and I'll be visiting the Nova Albion Steampunk Convention in Santa Clara, California this weekend ... which should help to clarify a few more of those musical notes.