Melina Gunnett

November 24, 2011

Mortar of Life

Filed under: Stories — Tags: , , — Melina Gunnett @ 1:00 AM

The door closed.  She had to hurry. If he reached her before she was ready, she was dead.
Pestle in hand she began to grind.

The stairs creaked.  This had to work, she was out of options. She heard his footsteps in the hall.
Seconds left, she carefully spooned the fine powder into her gloved hand.

Strength, power, evil radiated from him as he opened her door.  She was out of time.
She raised her hand and blew.  The fine powder engulfed him. He began to scream.

When the dust settled he was there.  Brad, just Brad.  She was safe.


November 15, 2011


Filed under: Odd Thoughts — Tags: , , , , , , — Melina Gunnett @ 12:39 AM

I attend my first convention on the West coast this weekend. All in all, it was a good weekend. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect when I walked through the doors at OryCon. On the East coast, while I don’t know everyone, I have been attending conventions out there for years and there is someone around I know.

It was strange at first. I found myself looking around for familiar faces. I knew they wouldn’t be there, but as a group, fen have a distinct style and it felt like I should be recognizing people. Not knowing people did have a couple of advantages though. For one thing, no one stopped me in the halls between panels.

Yep, I actually made it to most of my panels on time, despite the fact that they were inevitable scheduled on the far side of the convention from wherever the previous one was. This convention was similar in size to LunaCon out east and while the hotels layout wasn’t quite as convoluted, the locations of the meeting rooms were just as spread out.

There were some new topics, which was nice. Even the panels that were very similar to ones I have attended many times took on a new flavor though, because all the panelists were different.

I expected that I would end up a bit homesick for all my friends back East before the weekend was over. I held out surprisingly well though. For the most part I just hung back and enjoyed listening to the conversations and presentations. When I did finally get homesick it came from a completely different direction than I had expected.

What finally to got me was when one of the panelists mentioned a story based on her cat. While I had never met her before, one of my former co-workers knows her and used to tell me stories about her cat.
I bet those of you who know me thought I was going to say it got me thinking about my cats. It didn’t, but writing that last sentence did. Drat, now I’m missing the little fur beasts. Anyway – back to the con.

I always enjoy the art shows at conventions. I was looking forward to this one because there would a lot of artists I hadn’t seen before. I was surprised at how little over lap there was between the artists that showed at OryCon and those that usually show back east. I can think of half a dozen artists from the West coast that ship art to the East coast conventions – I expected to see more of them showing out here.

The only familiar artist was Mark Roland. That didn’t mean that there was a lack of good artwork though. There were a lot of very good pieces and not only were the artists out here different, some of the techniques they used were too. Some of my favorite pieces used paint over metal to good effect. There was also one artist who did some amazing work with wood cut prints.

The dealers room, at least, left me on familiar ground. The names of the booths and the people running them were different, but the products were much the same. There weren’t quite as many book deals and more costume related booths that what I am used to but there was a nice assortment just the same – jewelry, artwork, clothing, music, small presses, book dealers, metal work, leather work, etc.

About the only thing the con was missing was a con suite. In the end it turned out that they did have one, I had just been unable to find it until Sunday. They call it a “Hospitality Suite” out here. They did have one labeled on the map, but apparently moved it from the 5th floor to the 14th. If there were signs, I never found them.

Overall, it was a good experience. It would have been nice to have known more people, but I was starting to recognize a few faces by the end of the weekend. There was a time when I didn’t know people out east either. It just means that I will need to reach out and make new friends.

I’m looking forward to ARISIA and seeing everyone out East, but I think I am going to fit in fine out here.

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