Look, Mom, I’m at the World Horror Convention!
Except take away the exciting.
Kind of disappointed. Where are the costumes, where are the blood packs, where are the Breast Rippers, the Mutilation Shears, or the Cats Claws (no, I’m not making those up). Where are the special edition HellRaiser posters? You call this a convention?
Turns out this is the literary World Horror Convention…which pretty much means that this is for the print professionals — agents, editors, etc. f So far, just feeling my way around…seeing if there’s anyone I can go bug (and I don’t mean the nice ladies at the Brass Rail…or if I run out of money, the Zanzibar).
Different cities means old material can be new again! We’ve had great luck with old, tired “bits” in T.Dot.
Enjoy the heck out of the convention, and I expect mucho detail when you’re finally back with us mere mortals.
By the by, it’s snowing. Again. I may make the news yet.