I missed the update last week because we were so busy getting ready for this year's Motor City Steam Con. My husband Greg and I were both nervous about how this year's con was going to go after a bunch of completely understandable stuff happened that I do sympathize with and choose not to get into here.
But we are so glad that we did! We got to once again hang out with fellow authors and all around fantastic people (so click their names and check them out on Goodreads!!) Zig Zag Claybourne, Leanna Renee Hieber, R. S. Belcher, and so many new and old friends that we rarely get to see. Greg debuted his latest panel, "Cults, Communes, and Secret Societies," we made some connections in the podcast community, passed out a ton of bookmarks for Cinema Guano and The Queen of Clocks and Other Steampunk Tales, and we sold a few of our other books.
I think we sold our last spare copy of Cosmic Encounters, the science fiction erotica anthology that includes my story "Heaven Ain't Close." (It's still available in paperback at the Crazy Wisdom Bookstore and Tea Room in Ann Arbor and Think Outside the Books in Ypsilanti, as well as online in ebook format.) I've had many people tell me how much they love my stories in the Valves and Vixens volumes, and I am proud of those stories and enjoyed writing them, but "Heaven Ain't Close" is a story that I wrote many years ago, and I worked on it off and on since the first anthology it was selected for failed to launch. After a few rejections, it eventually found its home in Cosmic Encounters just a few years ago, and I could not be happier. My mother is even fond of this story, and she is not a fan of scifi. (It has lesbians on Mars, what is there not to like?)
But I digress. Greg and I stayed in the hotel this time rather than driving in every day, which allowed us to stay up later for shenanigans and gatherings. If this con happens again next year (and I truly appreciate the time and energy that went into this one, so if there is no MCSC 2019, I will totally understand), I am going to insist on a hotel room again. I can't miss out on late night cocktails and smoking bourbon, and talk about scifi and past lives and writing inspirations!
Sadly, one of the reasons I wanted to stay at the hotel was so I could swim in the pool, and this pool was too cold to swim in. (SIGH.) So I paddled in circles in the confines of the hot tub, which did feel good on my sore neck. The food at the hotel restaurant was surprisingly great. I ate the most Michigan thing I can think of: coney pasties. And it was delicious. If you ever stay at the Sheraton in Novi, give them a try.
I picked up a very cool zodiac-themed parasol and some new brass jewelry from Ohio Kimono, some delightful milk oolong and Scotch toffee puerh teas from Teaologie LLC (based in Ann Arbor, woo!), and a Slytherin pin that says "Ambition" and a secret present for a friend from Leanna Renee Hieber (we also traded books, and I think she got the last copy of Cosmic Encounter).
We ducked out of the con before the final events on Sunday so that we could go see a documentary on lost ships of the Great Lakes at the Dossin Great Lakes Museum on Belle Isle in Detroit, which I found riveting, and Greg nearly fell asleep because the room was warm and he does not find shipwrecks nearly as enthralling as I do. Then we went home, got dinner, and snuggled with our very needy felines who had thought they would never see us again.
As about everyone knows in Ann Arbor and Ann Arbor-adjacent, this week is Art Fair (dun dun DUN), so it's another busy weekend for me. There are plans for kayaking the Huron River tomorrow, which I am stoked about, and then wandering Art Fair on Friday, which I have not been able to do at leisure in years because in the past, I was always working downtown during Art Fair, and this week, with my different job, I am not. (It better not storm while I am there...)
I plan to be back on schedule next week with a post about s'mores bars, a terrific summer treat, at the food blog. Bye for now!