My last two posts have been kind of depressing, I know. I’m sure you’re wondering, as I often am, why I keep doing this koo-koo-crazy-comic thing.
It’s because of days like today.
The show was nowhere near as bad. I sat behind my booth most of the day, scooting out only to buy a Blue Sun hoodie and the coolest of the 300 movie posters. But when I was behind the booth, I sold fairly well.
What was especially good was having people who’d bought issue one last year come up and buy issues two through five. Or having people compliment you on Long Distance or Raider and ask when I’m going to do more. Today was the day where I got the feedback that convinced me I’m not completely crazy, and instead just the legally-required amount of crazy, to do this job.
The night got better as I had a screenwriter whose work I’ve enjoyed say, upon seeing my card, “Oh, hey, you’re the Love and Capes guy!” There were a few people, too, that I wanted to see the book who said they wanted to see the book.
And I met Johnny Johnny from Tiki Bar. No Lala, unfortunately, but still a win.
I met up with some friends who I only see at Comic-Con and related events, and that’s always a treat. I had dinner with Chris Golden, and our friend Wendy, and some new friends, too. I met up with the diabolically talented Eugene, who seriously just got off the plane from Dublin to come here. And, like I said, that aforementioned screenwriter and a few other people whose names I won’t drop just to be proper.
So, that’s my day, and a much better one it was. Tomorrow is the big day, the one that’s been sold out forever. I suspect that everyone on the planet will be inside the convention center, probably using Time Lord technology to fit them into such a small area. So, I’ll probably see you at the show.