Summer Conventions
Jun 29, 2025 5:06 pm
Yes I'm sick - ugh.
I went to Libertycon last weekend, and I loved getting to see friends and hangout with them. I'm not so excited about the con crud I came home with. My throat feels like it has been rough sanded and I'm wheezing so bad the sound wakes me up. Oh well. It is the first time I've been sick in years, so I'm hoping that it means I won't catch anything at Dragoncon. I'd better not as I have a wedding to go to the weekend after Dragoncon.
But before I got sick I made a huge container of gazpacho, and I'm going to try to do that again today. Because otherwise the tomatoes will rot and it gives me vitamins and feels good on my sore throat. Ah, the foibles of being human.
Don't forget Commander is available in audio!!! It is being pushed up to all the various places now, but who knows how long that will take. If you want to get your copy of Commander now, you can buy it directly from me before it gets to the stores.
Book Recommendations!
If you want a romantasy, with winged guardians, a stolen daughter, and a woman who is hunted for the past she doesn't remember, check out Volcan Knights and be ready to swoon.
Weekly Micro Story
Sorry, I am sick enough that a new story is beyond my abilities, so here is one I love.
Space
The words to an old tv series danced through my mind as I looked at my mural. I thought it was the best artwork I'd ever created. Two months of planning and gathering materials, three months of work. It reigned as the the primary wall for the latest venture into space. They had a planet identified and already spoke of colony ships. Something I didn't qualify for.
"It's gorgeous, Kelly."
I slowly turned to face Maverick Stanton, CEO and the person who'd selected my vision for the wall out of all the entrants to the contest.
"It looks nice to you? I wasn't sure," I admitted as I turned back to gaze at it.
"I wish you could see what I do. It calls to everyone walking through, to jump into space, to follow the dream we created. What do you see?" I could hear the curiosity in his voice.
I turned my wheelchair back to face my creation. My cybernetic eyes didn't see colors the way human eyes did, it translated everything differently, and controlling everything via the remotes from my wheelchair had sent me home with migraines more than once. But when I looked at what I'd created with paint, filaments, microchips, liquid metals, and a few other ingredients that were only safe because I sealed it in lacquer, I was astounded with what had emerged. Even blind and in a wheelchair, limited to drone like remotes I'd expressed the vision in my soul.
"Hope. I see hope."
~*~
I need to get better and get my books finished. They are coming, I swear.
Mel
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