Sherrilyn Kenyon is, in the best way possible, a one-woman walking fan convention. The best-selling author of the hugely popular Dark-Hunter series has a mass of readers who are immersed in all things Kenyon, and they enthusiastically descend on her wherever she appears.
Atlanta’s Dragon Con holds a special place in Kenyon’s heart, though, and she talks below about the annual drama involved in pulling it off:
As usual, Dragon Con was a blast. You know, I can still remember that afternoon in 1987 when I saw my first flier for Dragon Con, and a friend asked if I wanted to go since it was local. Who knew, right?
It’s certainly changed a lot over the years, and I’m stunned by how much it’s grown from that single hotel on Spring Street to the mammoth event it is today. But one thing hasn’t changed…I run nonstop the whole time and enjoy every minute of it.
Another thing that’s changed for me personally, the prep begins about a month before the actual event. Kim, Paco, Carl and I have to go over the booth once it returns from San Diego Comic-Con to make sure nothing’s been damaged and that everything made it safely home. Then we decide what giveaways will be Dragon Con exclusives and order them.
About two weeks before Dragon Con, the panic sets in on what hasn’t arrived. Carl begins his annual “Oh my God, we’re not going to make it” panic attack—which sets off my “What will we do?” which then causes Kim to go into her “Dragon Con will happen,” which then ends with Paco’s “I’m on it, people, breathe.”
We pick a day that always seems to be the hottest day on record (somehow tying the day that we’d picked that same year in May for San Diego Comic-Con) to pack up the booth to ship. Then we drive down together in a caravan to set up the booth. And you haven’t lived till you see the Legos of fun there.
But it’s always like coming home. The good thing about having done this for so long, we know everybody. The hotel staff. The Dragon Con peeps. Other vendors and, best of all, the fans. We’re all one big family. And the weekend flies by so fast that it seems like one massive day that blurs together. The hardest part is always saying goodbye.
But, God willing, there’s always next year to look forward to.
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