I need to confess something. It may change your view of me forever. I may lose a lot of people who follow me over this one. It’s dark.
I’ve never been to a con.
Of any kind.
Now the mighty have fallen! I’ve been to a comic shop almost every week of my life since before I can remember. I worked in a comic shop for five years. Seven, kind of, if you count those two. (I don’t, clearly.) I geek out over Star Trek and Babylon 5. I’m eagerly awaiting Brent Weeks’ next book. I pretty much define the kind of person that cons are supposed to appeal to.
And yet… I’ve never been to one.
It’s a deep sin for someone of a geeky pedigree like myself, isn’t it? I mean, it’s like saying you love Renaissance Faires, having your own garb, reading fanfic that takes place in Faires (yes, it exists), and never going to one, even when it’s in your own town.
Oh, I am not the level of geek I aspire to be. Continue reading “Redemption at the Con”