The Night Before A Convention

The night before a convention is a very special time. For one thing, it’s difficult to fully mask the sound of the power tools and the ionic phase shit generators, even behind the subtly-loudened lobby music and that suspicious clatter from the supposedly-empty kitchen. It takes the hotel crew hours of backbacking labor to bedn, twist, and chop down the walls, and partitions which protect the hotel from reality. It’s necessary to unwarp-time, to let dimensional existence finally breathe out and release the other elsewhen dimensions, and then it can take hours to generate enough Tribbles to sop up the ether water from the bits of the Eighth Sea which manage to seep through.

And hell, that’s nothing compared to what they have to do to put all the barriers back and pretend that the “normal” world is actually reality on Sunday evening. Pretending the world is normal is a terrible, awful, miserable job, and I’m glad I, for one, don’t have to do it.

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Jeff Mach is an author, playwright, event creator, and certified Villain. You can always pick up his bestselling first novel, "There and NEVER, EVER BACK AGAIN"—or, indeed, his increasingly large selection of other peculiar books. If you'd like to talk more to Jeff, or if you're simply a Monstrous Creature yourself, stop by @darklordjournal on Twitter, or The Dark Lord Journal on Facebook.

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