My first FCon was in 2013 – which happened to be World FantasyCon, so I had to hit the ground running with a hell of a lot more authors than normal (pesky international buggers as well!) – I was terrified, and nervous, and tongue-tied, and flustered…
I finally got to meet some of the friends I’d made online over the years – authors, reviewers, publishers, world famous artists. You guys accepted me with open arms and terrible dancing skills. I was anxious but included. And that meant the bloody world to me. It was amazing, and I never wanted to go home.
But I did.
Thankfully I got to return the next year in 2014 when it was back to ‘boring old’ FCon – back to mostly English ruffians, drunken Scots, and Irish reprobates (you know who you are).
And I returned again in 2015 when I felt more at home than ever. Being recognised by famous authors you’ve briefly met never gets old, being jumped on by people you’ve never met because they ‘love you online’ is impossible to explain, and having a pint with people you only see once a year but can still consider close friends…well, there’s no better feeling.
Which is why I’m gutted I can’t go this year. Most of you bastards* attending will be setting off today and tomorrow, and by Friday evening you’ll be hugging, and drinking, and tugging Jim McLeod’s beard. So in order to stay sane I’ll be hosting StevenCon, where I will drink until I can’t see; dance until my feet scream; bury myself in books and burn the contents of my wallet; I’ll even order a nice big curry…but I’ll tell them not to deliver it for four hours.
But it won’t be the same. Usually afterwards, when I return from FCon, I feel invigorated. Full of beans and ready to take on the world. I feel like a writer. So it’s going to be a difficult wait having to not see you buggers until 2017. On the other hand, it gives me more time to get my work out there. Who knows, by the time FCon 2017 rolls around, I might be signing books for you lot 😛
Have fun, asshats!**
*Jealous? I’m not jealous!
**I told you I wasn’t jealous!