Creation Austin 2025!
In the early pages of my book, “The Gospel According to Supernatural,” I talk about how in Season One, “Pilot,” Sam Winchester was a man with a plan: Stanford, law school, marriage, a couple of kids and a house in the ‘burbs. It was a good plan, as plans go. Sensible. Realistic.
But we all know what happened to Sam’s plan. The love of his life, lovely Jess, was murdered. The scholarship to law school, what Sam called “my whole future on a plate,” never happened. And the last thing he wanted in the world, being dragged back into the hunting life, happened after all. It was a classic example of “If you want to make God laugh, tell Him your plans.”
I too had a good plan, only mine was for the Creation /SPN convention in Austin two weeks ago. See what you think:
THE PLAN:
We would pack our car with copies “The Gospel According to Supernatural” and drive from our home in Fort Worth to Austin the day before the convention. I would buy a merch table from “Creation Entertainment.” In Austin I would set my table up brilliantly, with eye-catching details like a graphic table cloth (no plain black convention-style table cloths for me!) and looming banners of the book cover, specially mounted in freestanding frames, flanking the table. I would enlist my husband, Richard, to work the table while I splurged on a Gold Ticket for myself and experienced my first SPN convention to the fullest, getting to know other fans, going to the best panels, networking and making new friends.
WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED:
My exciting, eye-catching tablecloth never arrived. I was only able to get my hands on one banner. The free-standing frames for the banners never showed up. My husband, who until a few days earlier had been recovering nicely from brain surgery, slipped and fell in our kitchen, slamming his head against the refrigerator and giving himself one whopping concussion. He was dizzy most of the time, he needed a cane to walk and even sitting up for longer than a few minutes wore him out.
With help from my daughter and her wonderful friends we were able to get our merch table set up, maybe not quite the way we planned it but still attractive. Instead of going to panels and parties I worked the table with my husband. I missed Karaoke Night and all the other fun things I planned to do.
But here’s the best part: it was all good! By Saturday morning we had sold out of all our copies of “The Gospel According to Supernatural.” By afternoon all we had left, besides free stickers and candy treats like “Crowley’s Crawlies” and “Bobby Singer ‘s Butter Rum Lifesavers” were flyers with a link to the Amazon website.
So far everyone is loving “TGAS.” Have you picked up your copy yet?