You can see it in the eyes. In the stories. In the shelves full of bright dead books and things. We are fed and fed and fed, yet many leave the table starved. Readers feel it. Writers feel it. Something has gone missing from the feast. We are bringing the hungry and the makers into one convention at the same time.
Readers, come with your hunger for good things. Come with the names of the books that fed you and the films that left you cold as ash. Come with the tales that cracked your heart open, the ones that made you remember there is still gold under the ruin.
Storytellers, come with your craft and your restlessness. Come with the sense that you have a call to do more than just color by numbers. Come hear what fans and friends are starving for. Come hear the old hungers spoken aloud.
Together we will lay the last six months of story on the table. We will talk about what stirred wonder, what gave us courage, what made us weary. Then from that heap of witness, grief, delight, disgust, and desire, we will build a guide. A field guide for the next stories worth making.
This is no panel of armchair pundits making decrees from the coward's pulpit of a newspaper byline. This is the fire circle. This where readers and storytellers build the future of fiction together, shoulder to shoulder, while the sparks rise. Ours is a faith that builds worlds.
That is how the lost road appears again. That is how better stories find their way back into the world. That is how the flame gets carried onward. Maybe... that’s how we are kindled, and become a light in dark places, when all other lights go out.