08 August 2015

Countdown to Matsuricon!

Original banner (c) Matsuricon. 

I'm happy to announce that the schedule for Matsuricon is publicly available, which confirms the time and location for my most popular writing panel, Fanfic into Fiction, which will make its Matsuricon debut this year!

I've presented Fanfic into Fiction regularly since 2013, with versions that last anywhere from 60-90 minutes depending on the size and scope of the convention. Matsuricon is jam-packed with events this year, so I'll be doing the shorter presentation this time around.

So what is Fanfic into Fiction? In a nutshell, it's a creative writing and appreciation panel of fan fiction. It's also a little bit like a lecture module, because I devote segments to providing a general understanding of fair use and copyright; developing writing skills from creating derivative works; and moving beyond fan fiction into writing for publication and general audiences.

I'll be offering it on Saturday, August 15th, at 2pm in the Greater Columbus Convention Center. The Matsuricon website has a link to the maps for the convention, as it's spread out between three locations this year: The Crowne Plaza, the Hyatt Regency, and the Greater Columbus Convention Center. Here's a copy of the map I lovingly defaced so you can find me next Saturday:

Original map by Matsuricon and the GCC. 

Art (c) Pulpfest.
Running the same time as Matsuricon is another great pop culture convention, Pulpfest, where "hundreds of fans and collectors of vintage popular fiction and related materials" meet up to express their love and appreciation. This year's theme for Pulpfest is celebrating H. P. Lovecraft!   Lovecraft, well-known for the Cthulhu mythos, is one of the great contributors to modern horror. He has a famed history with the pulp magazine Weird Tales, which is also being honored at Pulpfest.

There's a special deal for convention attendees where you can purchase discounted admission to Pulpfest when you show them your Matsuricon badge at registration. The same deal goes for Pulpfest attendees, who can purchase a discounted Matsuricon badge, as well.

For more on this awesome deal, (pump up your weekend!) check out the information on Matsuricon's website here.

When it gets closer to convention time, I'll be sure to post another reminder, and as always, will review my convention experience upon my return. Stay tuned, and thanks for your support!

23 July 2015

This is my best writing thus far.

Image by Daniel Dalton of  Buzzfeed.
Writer and designer duo Daniel Dalton and Paul Curry teamed up to create this fabulous Mad Libs version of 50 Shades. I definitely got my giggles in for today; if you want to share the laughter, feel free to post your story (or its link) into the comments below!


At dinner we fill up on wine and decide to skip straight to dessert. Christian leads me to the Cenobite realm. I slip out of my skin and bend over the Aga.

He blindfolds me, and binds my wrists with my own dreams.

The wine has my head spinning, and the feel of his inflated sense of self-worth in control of my body has me wetter than a small lake or reservoir.

Christian leans over and whispers in my ear, “I'm going to stick my fleshy Mjolnir in your weeping cavern.”

I can't see, but my other senses are electrified. My skin retracts as I hear him behind me secreting his venom.

He chastises my sex and I squeal in delight, the sharp pain making my future disappear. I want more. “Christian, please, swear loyalty to my Dark Lord.”

I've spoken out of turn, and he spanks my privilege. I hear him unwrap a condom. The anticipation has my knees shaking. My vulva is glowing.

He grabs my hips, slowly sliding his Elder Wand deep into my servants' quarters and I gasp as he starts drifting into me like a mild breeze.

He grabs a handful of my non-corporeal essence and I cling to a fibre glass model of the HMS Victory amidst the might of his misguided technique.

“Your sex feels so good,” he whispers, imposing his metalcore side project into my already overflowing Ikea Billy bookcase. He reaches round and deftly inspects my Longbottom as our bodies collide faster and harder.

My heart is pounding, and my body is tense in anticipation of his impending think-piece. I feel my own excitement build as he starts to embiggen inside me, his fingers making shadow puppets on my interactive red button.

"I am going to depart for Valhalla,” he tells me. “Would you like permission to ride the apocalypse with me?”

”Yes,” I gasp, glad he’s not going to make me beg for his angry sauce.

“Where do you want it,” he asks, pulling hard on my hair. We're both right on the edge.

“In my cave of forgotten dreams, please.” I manage to utter as my body tightens and convulses, a powerful epiphany exploding through me as he astrally projects his full-strength homebrew into my Cascadia fault line.

He unties me and we slump to the floor, panting, delirious, covered in each other’s abject misery.

“I enjoyed that,” I tell him. “I like it when you butter my slam tent.”

“My cock refracts light,” he grins, as we lie together in temporary bliss.


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