Things fell into place last Saturday when I learned I could set up a table to hawk my wares at FenCon, a science fiction convention based in Dallas, Texas.
I find the etymology of “FenCon” interesting. If “man” earns the plural form “men,” then what’s the plural of “fan?” Fen, of course. It’s a convention for more than one fan of scifi—way more.
The con organizers granted me a prime location for my table, where I sold several books and conversed with buyers and other passers-by. Fellow author Jan S. Gephardt—whom I’ve interviewed—stopped to talk while on the way to her next panel.
This marked the first opportunity to display my new glowing seastead pyramid. It attracted the eye of more than one potential customer.
Many thanks to the FenCon staff for providing a sales table for—
Poseidon’s Scribe
