In which I read my short story SOMETHING IN THE WATER.
In which I talk about those we lose and how they haunt us.
(Pardon the audio, I recorded on my phone so it’s a little woogity).
I think over the years I have been writing in this blog that it’s clear enough that I love conventions. As far as I can figure, Fangoria’s WEEKEND OF HORRORS was my first (and second), with the Motor City Comic Conventions coming after and by then I was hooked. I loved conventions, the WEEKEND more than anything, because it did two things – it brought together all of these misfits that were into the fringe pop culture stuff (horror), and it let us meet the people who inspired and impassioned us. At their best, conventions are a place where dreams and passions come together. At their best they are a place for people to find that they are not alone in their weirdness, in their hobby, and that they can find the best friends they have ever known. At their best, cons give us opportunities to show off our talents, sell our wares, and become the next generation’s inspirations.
In which I ramble a little about the show that was.
In which I talk about the first couple of day of Stoker Con 2019.
In which I talk about heading out to Stoker Con 2019.
In which I talk about the struggles we face and the need to help one another through them.