Suddenly, post
A wild recollection appears!
Time has gotten away from me lately. That’s not an excuse so much as a legit reason why I have been silent over the last few weeks. And yet, I have returned with the same levels of piss and vinegar that y’all have come to expect out of me. So, without further ado…
Chattanooga Comic Con, better known locally as C3, came and went without much ado. It was a fun weekend, as always, but it left me wishing that there had been one more day. It’d be perfect as a three day con. More time for all of us in the Game Hall to run our ever growing list of amazing TTRPGS. More time to browse the vendor hall, catch up with friends, and buy loot. And then, of course, more opportunities to have someone wake us up from a dead sleep by banging on the door of our hotel room.
Ah, good times.
C3 left a pretty significant hole in the heart, though. It’s the last Con of the year for me. Usually that means that we go out with a bang and a big celebration for everyone who participated, but this year it felt more like we all cheered tiredly and then…left. It wasn’t a hollow feeling by any means. It just felt tired is all.
Part of the issue is that we lost a legacy Con this year. Chattacon celebrated its 50th this January, and little did anyone know that it would be the last. There were multiple reasons that put the beloved local Con under, but that doesn’t lessen the impact. Chattacon happened in January. It was three days of fun and silliness that set the year off right. It felt, honestly, like a delayed New Years celebration. And, following afterwards in the month of February, we’d have Con Nooga.
Con Nooga is still a thing, but for reasons better left unstated, the team probably won’t be running the game hall next year. Which saddens me greatly. That two-hit wombo combo to start off the year has been a much anticipated part of my year for the past two or three years now. I LOVE Cons. I love the energy, the fun, the silliness. It wraps up a lot of what I enjoy about Nerd Culture as a whole and gives you a concentrated dose over the course of two to three days.
Now, unless something changes, I have to endure eight-ish months before the next convention. (LibertyCon can never come soon enough) What’s a guy supposed to do with all of his free time until then?
In other updates, writing is coming along slowly but steadily. I’m finding my footing and building a project calendar for 2026. I’ve got my eyes set on a few anthologies spread out over the year. I’m also considering how to work on at least two novels. Yes, yes, before you ask, Scratch is among those novels. Just… not the same way that you’d expect.
Let me splain.
Scratch is shifting into a short story that will (hopefully) end up in an anthology next year. The novel premise, though, is being massaged into something else entirely. Stories do that, you know. They start in one shape and sometimes mutate into something else. What started as just an Appalachian Folk Horror is slowly turning into an Appalachian Dark Fairy-Tale reminiscent of something that tastes like "Bridge to Terrabithia” mixed with “The Dunwich Horror.”
The other story is… nah. I’m not going to spoil anything. You’re gonna have to sit there patiently while I work out the kinks on that one.
As far as the rest of my life, I won’t bore y’all with the details. The day job is jobbing, which is all that I need it to do. It pays the bills and gives me free time to write. That’s all I can ask for.
My bi-weekly Werewolf: The Apocalypse game is going strong. They continue to confound me by being clever. I, like any good Game Master, will continue to rise to the challenge and provide good stories for the Chronicle to come.
I’m still single. That won’t change any time soon. Moving on.
The last update I have to share is one of most importance. I am, as we speak, working on what I expect will become the worlds greatest hot cocoa recipe. Ever. Once I figure it out I intend to keep it a secret and only parse it out to a select few individuals.
Why?
Because running a cocoa company sounds hella boring.
Capre Librum, y’all