I’m coming for you, Sin City.
That’s right, kids! Thanks to the miracle of advance scheduling, by the time you read this I’ll be soaring west in a pressurized metal tube filled to overflowing with germs, desperate hopes, and cash which may or may not be disposable as I head for the gloriously dry heat of the Nevada desert and the unending sea of neon and broken dreams that is Las Vegas.
It was just a year or so ago that Kevin and I traveled to Vegas to celebrate Star Trek‘s 50th anniversary. Five full days of fun and friends, it was one for the books. Now here we are, one circumnavigation of the sun later, and it’s time to do it all over again.
For 2017, there’s a lot to be jazzed about so far as Trek goes. First, we’re celebrating the 30th anniversary of Star Trek: The Next Generation‘s premiere on television. Yeah, read that last part back again. Thirty frikkin’ years? It seems like only yesterday that I sat with some of my friends in a barracks rec room at Camp Pendleton, watching this new show with its new captain, that weird robot, and some kid they eventually let drive the ship. I mean…the hell’s that about? To help commemorate three decades of making it so, the entire ST:TNG cast will be on hand for all sorts of reminiscing and whatnot. Be sure to book your photo ops early!
Meanwhile, the other “Big News” is that we’re inching ever closer to the premiere of Star Trek: Discovery, which will air on September 24th. Rumors and gossip are running rampant, but you can be sure some juicy tidbits will drop at various point during the con.
And when you get tired of all that? You can come looking for me and my hetero life mate, Kevin Dilmore, along with fellow Trek word pushers David Mack, Robb Pearlman, Mike Johnson, Ethan Siegel, Larry Nemecek, and…of course…my sister from another mister, Kirsten Beyer. At least two editors I know of, Ed Schlesinger from Pocket Books and Sarah Gaydos from IDW Publishing, will also be on hand in the hopes of adding an air of maturity and calm to the proceedings.
Good luck, you two.
So, for those of you heading to the con, here’s hoping our paths will cross somewhere in the midst of all that insanity. Gonna be fun, right?
The Fog of Ward. 