This weekend, KillerCon will descend upon an unsuspecting Las Vegas.
A writer’s convention for writers of the horror genre (and not for serial killers), KillerCon is bringing together some really great (and Bram Stoker Award winning) guests of honor, including Jack Ketchum (dubbed the scariest guy in America by Stephen King), Ray Garton, Jonathan Maberry.
Since it’s in my backyard, and because my fellow Illiterati super-friend Mercedes M. Yardley coerced me, I’ll be there as a volunteer.
This will be my first writer’s convention, so I’m excited. And that it’s about 15 minutes from home makes it even better!
They say that networking is the real reason for these conventions, and since (as my wife will tell you) I am driven to a fever pitch of energy by other people: either I’ll make really good connections or I’ll burst into flame through sheer excitement.
I’ll be reporting back with my experiences and insights (because you care, I know you do)
Until then, I leave you with the most awesome thing ever: