So, just a few quick updates before MAGFest this weekend.
Print editions will be available at MAGFest, as well as copies of Rhest for the Wicked, Samifel, RocKaiju, Proton, and the 2017 Anthology. I’ll be selling them as well as bundles just for MAGFest. Continue reading “2018 Short Story Anthology”
As you may know, I will be at Escape Velocity at the end of the month, principally to help celebrate the release of LG Ransom’s new book, Legend of Hollin. This week’s post is going to be a bit short because A) last week was Infinity War and one must have one’s priorities straight, B) work is crazy, and C) Escape Velocity is proving to be quite the new breed of show.
I’ve been doing cons for quite a while now and they all are a little bit different. Each con has its own unique characteristics, quirks, and what-have-you. But they do tend to fall into some predictable parameters. Anime cons, for example, have a whole host of traits in common that they don’t share with comic book conventions. Literary cons are almost an entirely different breed from video game conventions. Continue reading “Convention Prep”
RavenCon concluded. It was an incredibly chaotic weekend, with ups and downs. While the weekend didn’t go even close to how I think anyone imagined it, I will say unequivocally, it was a net-positive experience. The Geek Debates were an especial highlight but the con as a whole was a damn-fine weekend. Definitely a con to keep tabs on and attend if you ever get the chance.
For me, it was a bit of a home-coming. I got to see some dear friends I haven’t seen in ages, and also the chance to simply be at a literary convention. Literary cons are quite different from anime/comic book/video game conventions that have been my world of late. Not only do the attendees tend to skew a bit older, but they also tend to skew a bit more rowdy. Sure, tweens at an anime con might take over a hallway just lounging around but forty-somethings at a literary con are going to have a sing-a-long. You haven’t lived until you’ve been present for a hallway full of librarians and professors singing Never Gonna Give You Up in the original Sindarin. But I digress.