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yeah, yeah, yeah.

my two day workshop, unimaginatively named touring speculative fiction, is over. two days of sharp, feral teenagers getting progressively sharper and more feral the more literature that i (and the lovely assistant, philipa, who once referred to her part in the two days as being the straight man in laurel and hardy) poured into them...

so, you know, all in all, a good bit of fun.

in case you're curious, when armed with fifty five bucks worth of vouchers, fourteen teenagers will leave a convenience store as if it has been looted.