It’s almost that time of year again. That season of many of our family’s traditions. Many of them started accidentally, but they’ve accumulated over time. I knew from way back when that I wanted a few traditions or rituals that would define my family, something to know and call our own. Something our kids could count on and remember when they reflect on their childhood later on. I’m not afraid to admit most of them revolve around us dressing up in costumes. The way things stand now, Halloween (and the multi-day event it has become since it is my wife’s favorite holiday) is the unofficial opening to this season. But we may have to start earlier.
With Gencon barely a couple of weeks in my rearview mirror, I’m already feeling a bit of costume envy. My god-daughters and their father, one of my dearest friends, showed up each day in full costume. There’s a fine line I try to walk, between that of convention professionalism and fanboy cosplay. Even when my own sons used to come down in costumes, since I was doing “author” Maurice stuff, I didn’t get into costume.
Though my friend almost had me talked into it. I’ll admit, if he’d made the Iron Man Joker and Iron Man-Batman costumes for me and him, I would have cracked. I’d have even done my urban fantasy panel in it. I’d have liked to see Jim Butcher and Larry Correia debate me if I’m in full armor.
Of course we’re about to enter Halloween season and my same extended family wants to throw a steampunk party (which means I may have to re-think whether the Broaddus family Christmas part will keep its steampunk theme). I have just over a month to get this costume assembled, but with a series of steampunk stories coming out next year, I may have a costume or two for GenCon which I can count as looking professional.
In the meantime, I guess we’re due for some updated Broaddus family photos.