When I was a kid, we started going to Star Trek conventions. I loved them. You got to meet the actors and just drown in Star Trek all day long. But then, my last year of high school, when we were at the big convention in Pasadena, I realized… I didn’t care. I still cared about Star Trek, but actors were just actors. We skipped out on the end of the convention to go visit the college I was thinking of attending.
After college, I discovered sci-fi conventions where the writers congregate. Finally, I realized, this was where it was always at. The writers make up the stories. They’re where the real magic comes from. And I still do kind of believe that… But also, 22 years later — years I spent meeting and hanging out with other writers — I know they’re just people. Continue reading “People and Bubbles”