I wish I could be a bit more consistent with posting blogs but mostly time gets away from me or I simply just forget that this is an outlet I could/should use. Well, maybe someday...
I'm not exactly sure where this post will go or how long it will be but I just wanted to blog quickly about a new aspect of my life. Most of you know I've been working conventions with my writers' group, Great Lakes Association of Horror Writers, for years now. We started at Motor City Comic Con 9 years ago and, starting last year, have really branched out into out of state shows - or at least ones that are within the 5-6 hour driving range.
Being able to do those with the group has been awesome. It's helped me get out there and learn a little about what it takes to sell the goods, if you know what I mean.
PERVS, ALL OF YOU.
Then back in 2016, I decided to do something very unlike me - I signed up for an author event but as a solo mission. Alone. ALL BY MYSELF. As terrifying as it was, it was also exciting. I rarely do things on my own (including other aspects of my life) so this was a giant step. It was scheduled for June of 2017 so I figured I'd have over a year to prepare for it and get all that nervous energy out of my system.
It tickles me that by the time that event rolled around, it ended up being my fifth solo convention! Thanks to a couple of small cons (Flint April Ghoul's Day, Free Comic Book Day at Dire Comics in Howell, and the Downriver Comic Con in Lincoln Park) and one big one (Steel City Horror Con in Pittsburgh), this past June's convention was a cake walk!
Who am I and what have I done with myself?
Being able to do these conventions on my own has really helped me realize my terrible procrastination habit and inherent laziness need to FUCK THE FUCK OFF if I want my writing to be more successful. I need a lot more discipline in my life (this is not news to me) and now is the time to get hella serious about it.
I have a fantastic support system in my corner and I know I'd be useless without them. So thank you to all my friends and family that have purchased my goods (stop it...) or come to conventions or tutored me in the ways of the force or just waved sparkly fluffy pom poms in the distance to cheer me on. It means more to me than you'll ever know or that I could possibly convey. So I'll let Wade do it for me.
All right. Time to stop playing on my webpage and get to work!