ShevaCon - Panel Schedule

I'm heading out tonight for SheVaCon, which starts tomorrow in Roanoke, Virginia. I'm excited to meet people, sell and sign some books, and hang out with two of my favorite pals, Janine Spendlove and Aaron Allston.

I wanted to leave my schedule with you in case you could make it. This is a great convention with lots of great seminars to be had.

Feb 8

E-publishing how does it work - Bryan Young, Anne B Walsh, Elaine Corvidae
1:00pm-1:50pm Harrison/Tyler Room

Intro to graphic novel writing - Bryan Young, Elaine Corvidae
3:00pm-3:50pm Bent Mountain Room

Feb 9

How to Kill your Character - Robert West, Betty Cross, Leona Wisoker, Janine Spendlove, Gail Martin, Bryan Young, Aaron Allston, Heather E Hutsell
12:00pm-12:50pm Washington Lecture Hall

Beating Writer’s Block - Paul Dellinger, Leona Wisoker, Janine Spendlove, Betty Cross, Bryan Young, Mark Rainey, Jim Bernheimer, Heather E Hutsell
2:00pm-2:50pm Harrison/Tyler Room

Evolution of Weapons in Sci-Fi - Janine Spendlove, Bryan Young
3:00pm-3:50pm Harrison/Tyler Room

Sci-fi in Romance/Romance in Sci-fi - Janine Spendlove, Gail Martin, Bryan Young, Aaron Allston 7:00pm-7:50pm Harrison/Tyler Room

Feb 10

Writer’s Q & A with Janine Spendlove, Bryan Young, and Aaron Allston
11:00pm-12:50pm Washington Lecture Room

That last one might end up being my favorite. A general writing Q & A with myself, Janine, and Aaron? That's going to be gold, I tell you.

I hope to see many of you there. I'll have copies of all of my books on hand.

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