Tripp Berry

@KrisWWrites Hey! Yes it was great to meet you, too! It’s on again next year, same place. I hope to see you there!

@AuthTrippBerry I caught the last day of the event just to check it out. Realm Makers is a cool concept, and Union Station in STL is a a beautiful venue. I also enjoyed chatting with you at your table.

We went to Realm Makers a few weeks ago. That's the biggest and best Christian Speculative Fiction writer's conference in the world. This year, it was set in St. Louis, Missouri at the Union Station Hotel. Great venue!

We took a walk through downtown to see the Arch. On the way, I saw the AT&T building. Architects, take note. Buildings need crenelations. That is all.

I've done this. Not with a butterfly.

The missus and I at Realm Makers writer's conference, 2026! More on that next week!

Why is the guy in front always named Jed?

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Dunno about a van. But I bet I know where the man went.

Happy We-Beat-the-Brits day. Ever read the Declaration of Independence? Today's your chance. So good!

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I don't know whether to laugh or cringe. Maybe both.

She-who-must-be-obeyed (author Evelyn Grace Berry) and I on a little hike. This, actually, was back in the smokey mountains. Either I forgot to post this one or I did and forgot I did it. Well, that's me in a nutshell.

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Maybe I should rewrite that scene in Sacrifice on the Dragongrass...

Another shot of that light well... and the guy who didn't notice we were trying to take a picture.

We stopped at a harvest host site in Ohio on the way home, which in this case was a horse farm. Check out this beautiful horse. I can't remember the breed. Furian? No. That was Vin Diesel. You know, I can't remember. But it was really big.

After that, we headed home to Maine. But not before tanking up.