I’ll be at DragonCon, in Atlanta, this weekend. Actually, I’m heading down on Thursday.
This will be my 17th con. I’ve only missed one in the last 18 years.
It’s weird to think about it like that…
I may or may not be posting from con. I’m not taking my laptop, but I do have the WordPress app on my phone. If you’ve ever read one of my short, untagged, uncategorized posts, likely it came from my phone. So, it’s not impossible, but the thickness of my fingers does not mesh well with small touch-screen buttons. Add to that the fact that I’ll probably be some form of inebriated for most of the weekend, and well, slurred text is not something I want to foist upon any of you kind enough to be reading my deranged thoughts.
But I digress.
DragonCon is a thing I’ve done for nearly twenty years. That’s long enough to be a tradition at this point.
I’ll admit, it’s lost some of its magic over the years.
It’s gotten four times bigger in almost twenty years, and I’ve gotten 18 years older.
Tell the truth, by this time, I wanted to be one of the people I would come to the con to see. But, my writing career has not met or exceeded the hopes of my 22-year-old self. Turns out I’ve had a lot more obstacles than just sitting down to write. And a few hope shattering false starts along the way. I suppose it happens that way sometimes. But it’s never too late.
And I couldn’t stop writing if I wanted to.
It’s a thing I do. It’s part of me.
I think I’ve gotten off track, again.
I’ll be in Atlanta. If you’re around, stop me and say hi. I’ll likely be tweeting. @tessrants is my handle. If you get me at the right time, we might share a song or two – but don’t let that stop you.
I hope your holiday weekend goes well.
Until next time…