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Yesterday I took a couple of hours out of my frantic production schedule to attend "Cabin Fever", which is the one-day mini-con that Star Trek Winnipeg puts on every year. I came in time to catch half of the second-to-last panel (given by the Mars Society) and all of the last panel (about starting up a science fiction/fantasy writers group here in Winnipeg).
It felt... strange. There were people there that I literally haven't seen in years, and although I didn't get a chance to talk with most of them, just beholding them brought on a profound sense of deja vu -- and nostalgia. Back in the day (say about 15 years ago), STW was THE science fiction/fantasy club in Winnipeg; I remember when it had 200 members and held its monthly meetings at the Planetarium, because that was one of the only auditoriums big enough to hold it. I remember people regularly showing up in costume, putting on skits and plays, and generally being the playful and intelligent folks that fandom tends to attract.
I remember the days when I was a fan, and being a pro was just a dream.
In becoming a pro, I've become disconnected. I threw so much time and energy into "getting here" that I've lost track of the scenery that makes life so enjoyable.
I signed up for the writers group and will probably attend the next STW meeting. They're a lot smaller now, but there are still some really good people there. And over the next couple of days I'll be sending out emails to people I met at the last Keycon.
Operation Outreach, commence!
It felt... strange. There were people there that I literally haven't seen in years, and although I didn't get a chance to talk with most of them, just beholding them brought on a profound sense of deja vu -- and nostalgia. Back in the day (say about 15 years ago), STW was THE science fiction/fantasy club in Winnipeg; I remember when it had 200 members and held its monthly meetings at the Planetarium, because that was one of the only auditoriums big enough to hold it. I remember people regularly showing up in costume, putting on skits and plays, and generally being the playful and intelligent folks that fandom tends to attract.
I remember the days when I was a fan, and being a pro was just a dream.
In becoming a pro, I've become disconnected. I threw so much time and energy into "getting here" that I've lost track of the scenery that makes life so enjoyable.
I signed up for the writers group and will probably attend the next STW meeting. They're a lot smaller now, but there are still some really good people there. And over the next couple of days I'll be sending out emails to people I met at the last Keycon.
Operation Outreach, commence!
