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Coffee on the table. Water for a chaser. Tunes in my headphones. My phone beside me to keep tabs on my fandom ladies. Me, typing away on my laptop, discovering a new story taking shape, colors and characters filled in along the way. That's my every-day happy place.

I have special ones, too. That cabin in the Smoky Mountains, sitting in the rocker on the porch and looking out at the peaceful morning sky, waiting for my dear friends to wake up and join me. We'll talk and laugh, drink a little, watch a lot of SG-1, talk Jack and Daniel, cry over Janet and Sha're and Charlie, yell at the screen while Jonas cowers in the corner and lets Daniel die.

It's been a crazy crowded room in a downtown Atlanta hotel, watching actors and actresses talk about things that happened behind the scenes. It's been small panels run by fans for fans all about fannish things. It's dressing in corsets and cogs or BDUs and boots or pirate hats and swords. It's always losing at the trivia contests but laughing and smiling and having the time of our lives. It's Will Wheaton telling us how great it is to be a geek.

It's that connection, deep down, over thousands of miles, reaching past differences in age and race and color and upbringing and language and philosophies of life that might break other, more shallow friendships. The connection of fandom.

That's my happy place.