Armadillocon in the rear-view mirror: 2024 edition

Armadillocon took place in Austin over the weekend. This is, for those unaware, an annual science fiction and fantasy convention that's been running for 46 years. This isn't a big cosplay-and-celebrity event like DragonCon or ComiCon you see on TV. It's a more intimate affair focused on authors and artists. It's a blast. I attended it for the first time way back in 1990 and hope to attend many more in the future.

My recap of the weekend, along with a goodly number of photos, may be found on my Substack. As traffic here to my blog has gradually declined over the years, I'm shifting more of my writing over to the Substack platform, which combines the blog concept with social media and a built-in newsletter, with the potential of reaching more readers. And as a writer, reaching more readers is the name of the game. I don't plan on wholly abandoning this space, but the main activity will happen over at the new digs.

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Armadillocon in the rearview mirror

Armadillocon this year was a great deal of fun. I went in with the intent of taking a bunch of photos, and the image to the right of myself with the incomparable Howard Waldrop is the only one I managed the entire three days. Best laid plans and all that. Jennifer Juday and Marshall Ryan Maresca put on an excellent, well-balanced convention that offered seemingly something for everyone. The only real hiccups that occurred were an unusual number of panels swapping rooms at the last minute which led to a great deal of confusion. I'm sure they'll get that sorted out, because it was weird and I can't recall anything similar happening in recent history.

One thing I want to bring up before I forget about it is the fact that a significant percentage of the attendees were 30 somethings, and more than a few folks looked to be in their 20s. There's been a great deal of hand-wringing about the graying of fandom in recent decades, for good reason. Armadillocon itself has lost some of the oldguard to the ravages of time in recent years, and even more of the regulars have endured health scares. We won't be around forever to shake our fists at clouds. Whatever Armadillocon is doing, they're doing it right, because the next generation of fandom is here and engaged. That makes me happy.

Beyond that, a few highlights that stood out for me was Toastmaster Tonia Ransom, who turned out to be a funny, witty dynamo on every panel she was on; outstanding readings from Sim Kern and Jessica Reisman; running into old college friends, some I've seen recently and others not for 30 years; late-night conversations with Joe R. Lansdale and snarky banter with Mark Finn; and too many others for my age-addled memory to recall with any degree of accuracy. The absolute highlight of the weekend had to be the screening of "Night of the Cooters," a 30-minute film based on Howard Waldrop's 1987 short story (which also inspired the anthology, War of the Worlds: The Global Dispatches), produced by George R.R. Martin, starring and directed by Vincent D'Onofrio, from a script adapted by Lansdale. The animated film is just as weird and wonderful as one would expect from Waldrop's brand of Texas Weird, and I was happy to learn more about no fewer than four other Waldrop works currently in various stages of production. The reception to "Night of the Cooters" has been so positive that there are negotiations to develop into a limited run series for streaming. That'd be fun.

Can I wait until the next Armadillocon rolls around? No. No, I cannot.

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Armadillocon weekend

Starting this evening I'll be attending Armadillocon in Austin. This is my favorite science fiction/fantasy convention to attend every year and they've got a great guest lineup this year. If you're in the area and this piques your interest, drop in to say hi and meet an incredible group of talented authors and artists. My weekend schedule is below. And yes, I'll have copies of the the 50th anniversary edition of Inside the Texas Chicken Ranch with me:

Friday
4 p.m. Welcome to ArmadilloCon 2023! (Ballroom D)
10 p.m. Monster Mash-Up (Conference Center)

Saturday
2 p.m. Reading (Conference Center)
5 p.m. Fannish Feud (Ballroom D)

Sunday
11 a.m. Autographing (Dealers Room)

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That was the Armadillocon that was (2022 edition)

I attended the 44th edition of Armadillocon over the weekend. For those of you who are impatient and want me to cut to the chase: I had a good time. The end.

For those who want a more detailed recap, I'll do as best as my increasingly unreliable memory will allow. I was oddly tired all weekend. Mind you, conventions normally wear me out, so that I often take the following Monday off from work. This year, however, I was tired all day, every day, not just in the evenings. And there weren't any big room parties to keep me up late the night before. If this is indeed age sneaking up on me, I would very much like to speak to a manager.

Mask wearing in panels was mandatory. Yes, the masks were annoying, but not as annoying as the superspreader event I got to be a part of last month. The convention was wise to err on the side of caution. What's more, the guests and attendees were wise to not make a thing of it. Folks were pretty chill that way.

There were several moments over the course of the weekend where it turned out that folks I knew from science fiction circles also knew folks I know from tiki circles. It may be hard to fathom for some of you, but by and large SF crowds are broadly unaware of my interest in tiki (it being an interested that manifested only a few years pre-COVID) and tiki crowds are almost always surprised to discover I'm a published author. When those interests overlap, it can be a bit disconcerting. Nice, but disconcerting nonetheless.

Programming was interesting and varied, continuing Armadillocon's established efforts to avoid same-old, same-old programming topics. My one complaint, if it even rises to that of a complaint, was that I ended up scheduled opposite the one panel topic I had suggested (2001: How Near Future SF Has Changed). I didn't necessarily need to be on it, but would've liked to hear what others had to say on the matter. Other than that, I had no complaints. I ended up sharing two panels with Ehi Okosun, who has a duology coming next year from Harper Voyager. On several occasions, he had no qualms about telling me my half-baked ideas could probably stand another 10 minutes in the oven. I can't speak for her experience, but I thoroughly enjoyed our time spent together and look forward to seeing more of her in the future.

On other panels I obviously ran amok, and talked for entirely too much time on defunct Texas hockey leagues and the fact that more than one game was "fogged out" back in the day when hot, humid September air rolled into unairconditioned rodeo arena and engaged the retrofitted ice rinks in mortal combat. And I also worked references to the Chicken Ranch into pretty much every panel discussion, but I think by this point we all agree that's pretty much baked into the equation.

In other news, the great Sara Felix wowed everyone by presenting the GoH lineup with custom tiaras accompanied by poetic vignettes. The Willie Siros memorial panel was bittersweet (and the act of walking through the dealers' room was a surreal experience without Willie's larger-than-life presence behind the stacks of books). Malvern Books was there, selling copies of Inside the Texas Chicken Ranch, which made me quite happy. They also sold out of their stock, which made me even happier. I also signed more stuff over the weekend than perhaps I ever have before. In addition to the Chicken Ranch book, I signed copies of the Writers of the Future volume I'm in (haven't seen one of those in ages), a copy of The Leading Edge with my story "Devil in a Tiny Little Ocean Bloc Container," which I can't recall ever signing copies of, and The Thackery T. Lambshead Cabinet of Curiosities. Just about the only thing missing were old Interzone back issues!

I had great conversations with Patrice Sarath, Jess Nevins, Mikal Trimm, Mark Finn, C. Stuart Hardwick, Renee Babcock, Beth Bugbee, Jessica Reisman, Josh Rountree, Scott Cupp, Don Webb, D.R.R. Chang, Matthey Bey (who gifted me some fantastic homebrew prickly pear wine!), Stina Leicht, Troyce Wilson, A. Lee Martinez and a host of other people I'm forgetting. I also got to meet Writer Guest of Honor Dr. Darcie Little Badger, who lives in San Marcos (yet somehow doesn't work at the university). How cool is that?

Below are various photographs I took over the course of the weekend. I'm not including captions because I'd like for this to come out before Armadillocon in 2023. Those folks contained therein know who they are and if you don't know someone, consider it a challenge to attend the next Armadillocon and fill that particular blank on your social dance card.

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Armadillocon off the port bow!

It's time once again for my favorite science fiction convention of the year, Armadillocon, taking place in Austin this weekend. Once again, it's at the Austin Southpark Hotel, which used to be the Omni Southpark and Wyndham Southpark before that. It's always a great opportunity to catch up with old friends and meet new and interesting folks. The convention's lousy with writers and one of the best things about the weekend is that everyone is so accessible--opportunities to just hang out and chat with the guests of honor, fans, other writers, artists, vendors etc. abound. I know the huge mega-conventions have become all the rage and squeezed out these smaller, regional events, but I'd rather spend my pennies in the dealers' room on new books than a fleeting encounter with Sigourney Weaver for an impersonal autograph. But that's just me.

If you're going to be there, drop by and introduce yourself. Here is my schedule for the weekend:

Friday, August 5
8 p.m. Ballroom E
Crowdfunding or Crowded Out?
Panelists: D.L. Young (moderator), Dantzel Cherry, Rhonda Eudaly, Jayme Lynn Blaschke
Brandon Sanderson recently shattered Kickstarter's record for raised capital for book publishing. Is this the start of something big, or does it herald the beginning of the end?

Saturday, August 6
1 p.m. Ballroom E
Texas Weird: What Is It, and Why You Should Seek It Out
Panelists: Jayme Lynn Blaschke (moderator), Mark Finn, Tex Thompson, Rick Klaw, Derek Austin Johnson
Texas is its own place, and its SFF literature has its own unique flavor. We bring together a few experts and novices to talk about what it is and what you should be reading.

8 p.m. Southpark A
Religion and Nationalism in SFF
Panelists: Elizabeth Cobbe (moderator), Jon Black, Melanie Fletcher, Ehi Okosun, Jayme Lynn Blaschke
In a world where we're seeing the rise of extremist nationalism, and the continual blur of church vs state, how has SFF addressed this issue in the past, and how can it address it now?

Sunday, August 7
10 a.m. Ballroom D
Willie Siros: In Memoriam
Panelists: Scott A. Cupp (moderator), Patrice Sarath, Rick Klaw, Don Webb, Jayme Lynn Blaschke, John K Gibbons
The man, the books, the conventions, the legacy...

12 p.m. Ballroom D
Power Dynamics in Built Worlds
Panelists: S.G. Wilson (moderator), Eugene Fischer, Wayne Basta, Ehi Okosun, Jayme Lynn Blaschke
Who wields the power in our fictional worlds? Where does that power come from and how does it play out in plot and character arcs? What choices can creators make in their depiction of power to best show how their worlds work?

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That was the Armadillocon that was (2021 edition)

I am clearly getting old. How else to explain my intent to write this post-con report up on Sunday evening, and here it is Tuesday with the relatively brief recap still in progress? Bah!

Anyway, here's my Cliff's Notes version: I attended Armadillocon 43 this past weekend. It was a pleasant, yet odd experience. I attended no conventions in 2020 because of the pandemic, obviously. In 2019 I was only able to attend Armadillocon one day, and participated in no programming, so being back in the thick of things was not unlike trying to relearn atrophied muscle memory. Other factors contributed to the slightly out-of-sync vibe of the weekend: Because of COVID (naturally) attendance was depressed. There were fewer attendees this year, and many long-time program participants chose to not attend. For a convention that thrives in no small part on annual reunions of friends and acquaintances who don't see each other for the remainder of the year, this was a significant absence. Fortunately, Armadillocon partially made up for this with an aggressive outreach effort to authors who'd never attended before, so I got to see a bunch of fresh new faces that were as insightful and clever as they were talented.

The con itself had excellent health and safety protocols. Proof of vaccination or a recent negative COVID test was necessary for admission, and masking in social situations was required. The downside to this was that very few mass gatherings of authors and fans for round-robin conversations in the bar and lobby area just didn't seem to happen. Conversations were smaller affairs, limited to small handfuls of folks, many of which migrated to hotel rooms and therefore not readily accessible if one didn't get in on the ground floor, so to speak. The result was an unusually subdued convention that appeared to close up shop rather earlier than usual.

I don't frame this as a complaint, but rather an impartial observation. For my part, I was up exceptionally late Thursday before the convention and therefore arrived in a state of sleep deprivation. Insomnia decided to pay me a visit Friday and Saturday nights, so I was punchy by sundown and in no condition for late night con shenanigans. Curse this aging body! Despite that, Armadillocon did exactly what I'd hoped it would do: Infuse me with energy and enthusiasm for my fiction and get those creative juices flowing. Because here's the thing: I've barely written any fiction in the past two years. Apart from a nifty collaboration with Don Webb and my finally getting around to completing a short story I started writing nine years ago, the cupboard had been bare. Which explains why my Venus novel remains in a perpetual state of incompletion. It's not that I had writer's block, writer's indifference is more like it. Or maybe writer's aversion. I just had no interest or desire to write. Armadillocon remedied that, for the time being at least. I came home brimming with ideas and concepts and Jonesing to dive back into fiction, so yay! There's an unfortunate downside that stemmed from that, but I'll save that for another blog post.

Friday's Writers Workshop proved a great experience. I'd not participated as an instructor for maybe six years, and I missed it. I was partnered with Britta Jensen who was a soothing, encouraging yin to my demonstrative, prescriptive yang. The submissions in our group were intriguing and broadly competent, which isn't something that can always be said about writers workshop manuscripts. One was damn near publishable already, another was maybe a draft or two away from the same status, and the other two manuscripts had some problems to overcome but excellent worldbuilding and lots of potential. Curiously, all the submissions I critiqued were first novel chapters, no short fiction at all. I moderated the "Building Your Brand" panel for the workshop, which could've been more accurately called the guerilla marketing panel, but I think we muddled through okay and, as usual, smarter people on the panel pulled us over the finish line.

There's a saying I've heard in the past: If you're the smartest person in the room, you're in the wrong room. The idea is that the way to improve oneself is to learn from those who are more intelligent, more skilled, more talented. In that context, I was never in the wrong room the entire weekend. I'll wager I got something of an unexpected tan, so much basking I did in reflected creative genius.

I attended two readings, one by Mark Finn and the other by the afore-mentioned Don Webb. Both were entertaining, and if you know either of them, exactly the kind of story one would expect to hear from such fonts of creative fiction-making.

My panels went swimmingly: Conventions from a Con-Runner's and Participant's POV with David Chang, Rhonda Eudaly, Brad Foster and Sarah Felix; Cli-Fi with Chris Brown, Sim Kern and Alexis Glynn Latner; and Writing YA Fiction with Kathleen Baldwin, David Anthony Dunham (who I bought a copy of Pride of Carthage from, but inexplicably forgot to have him sign it) and S.G. Wilson.

Aside from the panels, I had varying great conversations with Scott Cupp, Rick Klaw (who I kinda sorta agreed with on the King Kong vs. Godzilla panel), Jessica Reisman, Mikal Trimm, Jess Nevins, Jeremy Brett, Lawrence Person and my sworn arch-enemy, Stina Leicht. Apologies to everyone I left out--the slight is unintentional. I also came home with a carnivorous sundew plant from Texas Triffid Ranch, so that's something. Until next year!

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Armadillocon off the port bow!

Heh. I never get tired of that blog post title.

Armadillocon returns to in-person festivities for the 2021 after the COVID disruption of 2020, and I will be in attendence. They have a rigorous health and safety protocol in place, so I feel comfortable that it won't be a breeding ground for COVID infections. I'm quite looking forward to seeing folks who've been absent from my radar for quite some time.

On Friday I'll be one of the instructors in the writers workshop. I haven't been an instructor for several years and am jazzed to get back into the saddle. I feel I can often see the potential in others' fiction where my own work just leaves me stymied. Hopefully I'll impart some good advice this weekend. My other panels include:

• Saturday 1-2 p.m. Conventions from a Con-Runner’s and Participant’s POV
  J. L. Blaschke, D. Chang, R. Eudaly*, B. Foster, S. Felix
  What does it take to run a good convention? What are the con-runners hoping to achieve? What do the participants want out of a convention? How to we get these two perspectives to line up to make the perfect con?
  
• Saturday 7-8 p.m. Cli-Fi
  C. Brown, J. L. Blaschke, S. Kern, A. Latner*
  Climate fiction, or cli-fi, features a changed or changing climate as a major plot element. We dicuss pioneering and current writers and works, along with suggestions on writing in the genre.
  
• Sunday 11 a.m.-noon Writing YA Fiction
  K. Baldwin, J. L. Blaschke*, D. A. Durham
  How to craft stories that capture the interest of tweens and teens.
  
• Sunday 2-3 p.m. Autographing
  J. L. Blaschke, S. Leicht, A. Royer
  

Drop in and say hi if you're in the area. Hope to see you there!

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Armadillocon off the port bow!

It's that time again, when the Texas science fiction/fantasy community comes together for a fun weekend of thoughtful discussion, art, writing and other good genre stuffs at Armadillocon 40. I'm a little slow out of the gate, but will be there amongst all those folks far more talented than myself. For those of you interested in such things, here is my weekend schedule:

Friday
4 p.m. Welcome to ArmadilloCon
Jennifer Juday (moderator), Craig W. Chrissinger, Dantzel Cherry, Rhonda Eudaly, Jayme Lynn Blaschke
Panelists will talk about the essential elements of SF cons in general and ArmadilloCon in particular. Learn about all the can't-miss events you should attend to get the most out of our con.

9 p.m. Space Operas: Reading Beyond the Expanse
Jayme Lynn Blaschke (moderator), C. Stuart Hardwick, T. Eric Bakutis, Thomas Wagner
Space opera is alive and kicking in the 21st century! What new space operas do our panelists recommend? What classics do we not want to miss, and why? How do they see the field evolving?

10 p.m. Small Presses - How They Work, and How Writers Can Work with Them
David R. Stokes (moderator), Jacob Weisman, Elizabeth Burton, Jayme Lynn Blaschke
What's the world of small presses like? What are the advantages and disadvantages for writers looking to work with them? What's the market like, and how is it changing?

Saturday
Noon Writing YA: Advice on What Works and What Doesn't
Jayme Lynn Blaschke (moderator), Ari Marmell, Patrice Sarath, Trakena Prevost, Holly Black
What are the key elements of a YA novel? What do we need to do differently?

2 p.m. Reading - Jayme Lynn Blaschke
I'll be reading a selection from my in-progress novel, Sailing Venus.

Sunday
1 p.m. Urban Fantasy and Its Evolution Skyler White (moderator), C. J. Mills, Paige E. Ewing, Jayme Lynn Blaschke, Christie Meierz
How is the field of urban fantasy evolving? What do our panelists think are "must reads," and what's up next on their "to be read" lists?

I'm also scheduled to participate on the Bill Crider memorial panel on Saturday night, but unfortunately I have a personal conflict and won't be able to attend.

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Armadillocon 39 in the rear-view mirror

Here it is, Tuesday after, and I've yet to offer any parting thoughts on last week's Armadillocon gathering. Life's been like that a lot of late, so much time and so little to do. Wait a minute, strike that--reverse it.

I saw a bunch of folks I normally only get to see once a year, and had far too little time to engage in meaningful conversation with any of them. This is becoming an all too frequent occurrence. I exchanged menacing looks with my nemesis, Stina Leicht, at various points throughout the weekend. I had a long, rambling and funny conversation with Rhonda Eudaly and Jimmy Simpson. There was the traditional late-night bull session with Joe Lansdale, Bill Crider (yay Bill! Last year wasn't the same without him!), Lawrence Person, James Reasoner and several other folks I'm blanking on at the moment. As Bill pointed out elsewhere, these sessions used to last until 2:30 a.m. but these days, they peter out at 10:30 p.m. I guess that means we're all getting old, but I have to point out that some are getting older than the rest of us.

The YA panel on Friday night was great fun, and the other panelists (Dantzel Cherry, Jack Conner, P.J. Hoover, Mari Mancusi, Holly Lyn Walrath) were funny and witty in ways I'll never be. Also, they tolerated my over-long, tangential answers to unasked questions, so I count that as a win. I felt out of my depth on Saturday's first panel, "Science Fiction Set on Other Continents," since most of my SF takes place on other planets as opposed to exotic locales on Earth. And Venus, the setting of my current project, doesn't have plate tectonics, so by definition it lacks continents. Nisi Shawl kicked things off by trying to trick me into being moderator, but I didn't fall for it. This is good, because she's smarter and more talented than I can ever hope to be. Nicky Drayden, David Hardy and Gabino Iglesias pretty much carried my dead weight across the finish line, but I got some consolation points by pointing out that I'm more interested in different cultures and their exotic nature (from my perspective) than the lands they originate from, and so chase down many rabbit holes researching them before I use any in my fiction.

I had a reading of a chapter from Sailing Venus, and was gratified half a dozen people turned out for it (even if some were disappointed I wasn't reading about the Chicken Ranch). A small stack of Inside the Texas Chicken Ranch sold out at Willie's table in the dealer's room, which meant I had gas money for the drive home. Probably the only lowlight of the convention was Fannish Feud, which was fun and funny, yes, but the pros lost, so that makes it awful by definition. I knew we were in for a rough go when the question "Name an actor who has played Spider-Man" came up and Tom Holland, the kid who did such a great job in Civil War and Homecoming was only the No. 3 answer. I made it through the first round by answering Andrew Garfield, but the second time around my team had two strikes and just two answers left on the board. I knew one of the answers was the guy from the 70s Spider-Man TV show, but I could not remember Nicholas Hammond's name for the life of me. The only other live-action Spider-Man I could remember was from The Electric Company, and since I knew it wasn't Rita Moreno under the mask, I went with the only other actor I remembered from that show--Morgan Freeman. I didn't get it right, but I did get a big laugh, so there's that. The last remaining answer? Neil Patrick Harris. So, yeah, it totally sucks the pros lost.

One of the last panels I attended was Sunday's World Fantasy Convention preview, with Martha Wells and Jonathan Miles. They kept circling back to all the business that gets done there, all the book deals made, and it underscored for me how far behind I am on Sailing Venus. Writers who attend World Fantasy ought to have work that is substantially complete to pitch to editors, right? Well, that's my thinking, anyway. Nose back to the grindstone for me. I'll let you know how that word count is progressing the next time I come up for air.

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Armadillocon on the horizon

Goodness gracious! It appears that Armadillocon 39 has done snuck up on me. As is often the case, I will be a programming participant this year. Armadillocon has long been one of my favorite conventions to attend, which is fortunate, seeing as how the other cons I once frequented--Aggiecon and Apollocon--no longer share this mortal coil (the Dallas cons, great as they are, have proven difficult for me to attend with any regularity).

As I continue to redirect my efforts toward the writing of science fiction, post-Chicken Ranch detour, I will give a reading on Saturday from my in-progress novel, Sailing Venus. For good or ill, this will mark the first public glimpse of my current project outside of my irregularly-meeting writer's group. Feel free to bring rotten vegetables if you got 'em. Here's my full schedule for the weekend:

Friday

• 8-9 p.m., Ballroom D, "They Wrote YA Before YA Was Cool"
  Tolkien, C. S. Lewis, Twain... How many writers wrote YA before it was a category?
  J. Blaschke, D. Cherry*, J. Conner, P.J. Hoover, M. Mancusi, H. Walrath
  

Saturday

• 11 a.m.-Noon, Ballroom E, "Science Fiction Set on Other Continents"
  Discussing challenges of writing sf set in Africa, South America, etc.
  J. Blaschke, N. Drayden, D. Hardy, G. Iglesias, N. Shawl*
  
• Noon-1 p.m., Ballroom D, "Fannish Feud!"
  The ArmadilloCon Game Show tradition
  J. Blaschke, N. Shawl, T. Quachri, D. Webb, Ma. Finn*, S. Bobo, J. Brown, A.T. Campbell, J. Juday
  
• 2:30-3 p.m., Room 102, Reading
  Sailing Venus excerpt
  Jayme Lynn Blaschke
  
• 3-4 p.m., Dealers' Room, Signing
  J. Blaschke, K. Hoover, S. Leicht, B. Mahoney, T. Prevost
  
• 4-5:30 p.m., Ballroom E, "Charity Auction"
  Come buy stuff to help raise money for the Literacy Coalition of Central Texas. Also, watch Jayme Blaschke utterly fail to make attendees forget the previous M.C., Mark Finn.

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Armadillocon: Howard Waldrop on Mighty Bill Crider

A few years ago, Bill Crider made a series of guerrilla interviews at Armadillocon armed only with a spiffy-keen flip video. Since the esteemed Mr. Crider is unable to attend this year due to some unfortunate health issue, I decided to turn the tables and launch my own guerrilla interview series, to get the low-down on what con-goers really think about #MightyBillCrider. In keeping with long-standing Armadillocon tradition, we wrap things up with the incomparable Howard Waldrop:

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