SoonerCon is over and I've done the Nap of the Chronically Fatigued. Costume Contests were entered, dancing was done, and sales were made at Mom's table. All in all, it was a lot of fun and I'll be doing more cons and contests in the general area. I made new friends and got way too many ideas. It's hit my "creativity reset" button and I'm ready to get a-crackin' on more cool projects.
Mom has been going to SF/Fantasy cons since before I was born when she got into Star Trek fandom in the 70's. She started taking me along to local cons when I was a child where I'd help out at the table. She sold comics and
graphic novels and over the years has moved into
nonfiction books,
short stories, and lately,
science. I stopped going in my 20's when life stopped for a while while I dealt with the aftermath of abusive relationships, endometriosis and a hysterectomy, a fibromyalgia diagnosis, and the devastating depression that came afterwards.
None of this stopped Mom from offering me invitations whenever there was a local convention. She'd never push, just put the invitation out there and hope I'd be there. If I went, she'd always gush about how happy she was that I was there and how much fun she had hanging out with me at cons. It was a point of light in a dark time in my life and a much-needed reminder that I was special and worthwhile, if only to her.
I won the lottery in the Mom department. Dad's also awesome, and I am one lucky kid to have them.
