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BOSKONE 47


This is my, I think, really, truly final schedule for Boskone 47. See you in Boston! Dress warm!


Friday 7pm Seriously, Where *Do* Your Ideas Come From?
Lois McMaster Bujold
David Anthony Durham (M)
Darlene Marshall
Paul G. Tremblay
Mary A. Turzillo

We know ideas don't come from a mail box in upstate New York. So,
seriously, where do they come from? Do you muse on "what if's"? Are
there personal inspirations for your tales? Do you find a particular
setting evocative, and just waiting to be detailed in a story?


Friday 8pm: Paranormal Romance: Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Werewolf?
Darlene Marshall
Ginjer Buchanan (m)
Rose Fox
Toni L. P. Kelner
Shariann Lewitt

Since paranormal romance surged to popularity in the 1990's, there's been debate over whether to consider it part of that nebulous field we call "the genre." Paranormal romance has deep roots in the Gothic novels that many fans are proud to proclaim as the progentiors of today's speculative fiction, and paranormal romance authors are big draws at science fiction, fantasy , and horror conventions—suggesting plenty of reader overlap. Why, then, has there been so much resistance to welcoming our paranormal cousins into the genre fandom family?

Sunday 10:30 a.m. Reading

Sunday 11 a.m. Autographing (Books will be available at Old Earth Books in the Dealers' Room)

Sunday 1pm Believable Relationships
Darlene Marshall (M)
Beth Bernobich
Lois McMaster Bujold
Geary Gravel
Jo Walton

How can believable relationships between characters be best
depicted? Does sexuality matter much to you when setting up these
encounters, i.e., if said characters are straight/LGBT, mono/poly,
etc., etc....? Or, can you build characters and connections in such
a way that everything else is incidental? How?? Participants explore
these and other knotty (naughty? Heh) questions, as they talk about
the steamier side of fiction.

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