Tomorrow I head for Orlando for my favorite convention, the International Conference on the Fantastic in the Arts, held every spring at the Airport Marriott.  It’s a scholarly conference that invites several of us writers to attend and generally lower the level of the discussion.  The poolside conversations are a delightful blend of gossip and literary criticism.  My reading is the very first time slot, so I can kick back and relax the rest of the time. Nalo Hopkinson is one of the guests of honor, and I’ve always liked her work.  This year’s topic is Race and the Fantastic. I’ll let you know what we decide.