I’ll be heading off for San Diego Comic Con a the end of this coming week—as part of my day job—where I’ll no doubt meet many, many people who actually have the mental stamina and creative wherewithal to finish their webcomics. Expect me to be very depressy-faced about myself.
I wish I could say the day job has been fabulous and has inspired lots of creativity, but…the less said about that, the better.
On the way out I’ll be travelling by train, and will try to use that quiet time to draw. On the return I have to travel by plane because a big company meeting is the Tuesday after SDCC, which plane I fully expect not to make it back, because I am hugely phobic about planes. I need to be heavily drugged just to sit in the boarding area. Seriously. I have to be unconscious to fly. I’m really not sure why I don’t just quit my job rather than have to fly. I guess because I really just don’t have anything else planned. (Except to finish the comic by, say, 2020 or so.)
I’ve always wanted to go to San Diego Comic Con, ever since I was a kid with stars in my eyes and ElfQuest clenched in my hand, so I’m finally getting to do that. I intend to spend a lot of time walking around in Artist Alley, where I think all the fun really is, but I’m expected to be networking and cruising for Big Name Talent (not necessarily comics talent, just Big Names) to drag into the company’s list. Like a shark. Like a really depressy-faced shark. My apologies in advance to anyone I bite along the way.