What does WyrdCon mean to me?

As told by Constance Chamberlain


That’s the first thing that comes to mind. For a few days out of the year, I let my mind soar. I’m on a space ship, I’m trapped in a sinking haunted boat, I’m in a noble court surrounded by courtiers, elves, and dragons, I’m in a speakeasy sippin’ gin and listening to jazz. I’m listening to stories passed down from a thousand years ago. I’m listening to best-selling authors discuss their newest books. I’m surrounded by creative and talented people exercising their imagination every moment of the convention.


That’s the next thing about Wyrdcon. You meet people from all over the world. You see old friends and new faces. You crash in the halls talking about the wonderful experience you just had and watch as the nerf-darts fly.  You share oohs and ahhs over that beautiful costume your friend hand-sewed or the impressive weapon they purchased on line. You discuss movies, tv, books, film, comics, food, crafting—everything that bonds us together. You spring for a meal when someone’s short. You open your hotel room for someone who travelled very far but can’t make it home. Whether or not you started as friends, you’ll certainly leave the convention as them.


This is not the first thing that pops to mind but certainly the largest.  The costumes people designed – whether made or store bought they had to put the concepts together. The weapons they carry. The props they bring in The Game-Masters coordinating NPCS and stories to give an immersive experience. The games we play – Shatner and Duck hunting and ARGs and Werewolves of Miller’s Hollow . The artisans showcasing their wares and teaching their skills to others. The writers discussing their craft and world-building.  The stories written and told and shared.

This convention is celebration of what makes us human. After all, the very first forms of entertainment were people gathered together telling stories they had made up.   Wyrdcon is carrying on the grandest of all traditions.