Last year featured a major milestone for me, as I attended my first professional writers’ conference, NecronomiCon Providence. So memorable an experience was it that I ended up writing a gargantuan, rambling, two-part blog about the experience (which you can read here and here). This year, I attended my second such event, StokerCon 2018. But because I’m now a jaded veteran of the con scene, I’ll keep my blog about it short.
Actually, it’s just because I have a lot going on in my personal life right now, and I just don’t have the time to write something as exhaustive and, frankly, exhausting as I did for NecronomiCon. Besides, you don’t want to read something that long again, do you?
Before I start rattling off some of my favorite memories from my trip, I will say this much about StokerCon: It’s very different from NecromiCon. It is somehow both bigger and smaller, with a much more limited array of panels and events, but also a decidedly broader range, which comes from encompassing horror in all forms and formats (as opposed to focusing specifically on, say, Lovecraftian and weird fiction). One thing I noticed (and, as a novice author, appreciated) was that StokerCon seemed to offer more content for attendees interested in the craft and business side of writing, while NecronomiCon put a greater emphasis on the themes, philosophy, and history of genre literature.
Personally, I enjoyed both events about equally, and I feel I got a lot out of each. I would definitely recommend either one in a heartbeat. In fact, I hope to attend both cons again regularly in the future. I assure you, I have not been paid by either StokerCon or NecronomiCon to say these things.
Anyway, here are some of the more memorable things I did at StokerCon 2018:
…stayed at the Providence Biltmore, purportedly one of the most haunted hotels in America.
…paid my respects to the dearly departed Jack Ketchum at a special memorial panel.
…talked to editor Don D’Auria about how instrumental the Leisure Books imprint was in inspiring me to write horror.
…compared neuroses with Sean M. Thompson.
…gushed to Eraserhead Press founder Rose O’Keefe about how bizarro fiction changed my life.
….did my best impression of a wallflower at a get-together in Kenneth Vaughan‘s suite.
…was almost blinded by the light reflected off of Bracken MacLeod‘s smooth, shiny noggin.
…ate my body weight in cheese.
…pushed this button: