The Moment

Story 1 for the 52 Stories in 52 Weeks Challenge

It was snowing when I arrived at ComicCon and I felt myself surrounded by a thousand misshapen superheros.

There was a volunteer in a hi-yellow Tshirt waiting for me at the check-in holding an exhibit booth placard with my name misspelled neatly upon it.

“I’m taking you straight to your next stop ma’am,” said the volunteer. She seemed vaguely disappointed that I didn’t have any swag for her to collect, just a single advanced reader copy of my book to display and a pen from a local bank.

“You know,” she said as she led me to an empty elevator, “I don’t think you’re ready for what comes next.”

“I’ve come to ComicCon before,” I said with a smile. She was right to warn people. It could be an intense experience if you’ve never been before.

“Not the con,” she said as the elevator doors closed, “your career.” She smiled widely and I was taken aback by the way she looked directly in my eyes. It was as if she was challenging me to say something more or to question her. I said nothing, so she continued. “I read your book.” Her eyes darted to the prepublication copy of The Arrows Dance in my hand.

“Oh,” I said, “are you a book blogger?” Someone from the publishing house had tried to start a blog campaign with my book. I hadn’t checked in to see how it did.

It’s a terrible thing to admit, but although I was ecstatic to be a debut author, I knew in my soul The Arrows Dance was far from a complete story. It was the beginning of an epic series. The publisher signed on for a trilogy, but my outlines were sketched out as far as book deven. I hadn’t stopped writing since finishing revisions on The Arrows Dance. This Con was the first thing I had allowed to interrupt my flow in 8 months, and that was mostly because I wanted to attend as a fan.

The girl pressed the emergency stop button in the elevator and stepped closer to me. “I’m not supposed to say anything. I’m just a guide on the side. I’m here with you because this is a moment and you may need me to steady you, but I simply con’t pass up this opportunity to tell you how big this is going to get.

I didn’t want to be afraid of this young girl in her borrowed volunteer tee, and jeans that…

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