|My last con for the summer was Con-Gregate, a small sci-fi/fantasy convention in High Point, North Carolina, where I was a guest author (You can read about what I was doing there here and about the con itself here). I knew I was going to have fun, and my expectations were exceeded. There’s nothing like spending time with people who love the same things you are passionate about. And–hey, bonus! I sold some books, too.|
I was thinking about what makes time at a con so great. After all, there’s a lot about a con experience that is hard on me. There’s seldom enough quiet recharge time for an introvert like me. Or at least you have to choose whether you’ll take the time for personal recharge or the opportunity to connect with like-minded folk (never an easy choice).
It costs money and I’m a schoolteacher in North Carolina, so I don’t really have any of that. (As a guest author, usually my con fees are waived, but I will still need to get myself there, pay for a place to sleep and buy food and drinks).
If I’m to attend, then I have to rely on others (my husband and sister, usually) to take over the things I would normally have been doing–giving my kids rides, walking the dog, feeding people, etc. When you’re a “giver” sort of person, it can be hard to be the one receiving help. I have to fight the guilt over being a little selfish and taking this time for me and my writing career.
But, still, even with all the cons of cons (ha! I amuse me) I *love* going to cons.
I was sitting in a session given by AJ Hartley, a Special Writer Guest of the con, called “What Can Genre Authors Learn from Shakespeare?” when I realized what it is. It’s the level of discourse.
In my ordinary day to day life, I teach middle school. Some of my colleagues and students are brilliant shining minds that dazzle and challenge me, but a lot of them aren’t. Not all of them are there because they want to be or because they love what we’ve come together to do. In fact, how few of them want to be there is a little depressing when you consider that I got into teaching, in part, to share my passion for learning and books.
But, as I sat in that session, I realized with a kind of rush that I was in a room of 30 some odd people (and some of us are really odd people) who love both speculative fiction AND Shakespeare. People with passionate opinions about things like whether the ghosts are really there in Macbeth and Hamlet or are just in the minds of the haunted.
Over the course of my weekend, I was part of conversations about moral boundaries in superhero stories, what white straight people writing more diverse characters need to consider, what constitutes cultural appropriation, why representation matters, what tropes serve stories well and which ones are offensive, advantages and disadvantages of different paths to publishing, why gender and race are more than check-box categories, and the difference between true (nonfiction) and heart-true.
My TBR list which is already longer than the time I will probably be on this earth grew by leaps and bounds, as did my list of shows to watch, music to explore, clothing to buy, places to go, and stories to write. It reminds me of the best moments of college.
It’s worth the introvert coma the entire following week just to talk this deeply for a few days. It really is.