Hello, darlings. It’s 9:30 on Monday evening and I’m finally sitting down on my own couch for the first time since Thursday.
Each time I come back from a comics convention, I’m even more in love with comics. We have such a bizarre, beautiful little community and it’s full, for the most part, of sincere love, not irony and posturing.
I see grown-ups letting loose and playing in costume like kids, and I hear panel discussions on everything from all-ages comics to Vertigo Crime.
In addition, I get to see people I’ve met before, catch up, and I get to meet people whose work I’ve loved for years (shaking Colleen Doran’s hand was a personal high). I get to discover new artists and new comics, and talk to people from the smallest indie houses and the biggest names in the industry.
I’m not trying to brag that I have great connections. The point is that anyone can do all that stuff, just by going to the convention. We have a uniquely accessible world, and it’s a wonderful thing.
February 9th, 2009 at 11:16 pm
Ain’t conventions grand?
I find that I actually have something of a love/hate relationship with them, after all these years of going to ChicagoCon / Wizard World Chicago / Chicago Comic Con… I love the thought of going each year, and then I hate the hectic pace, crappy-but-overpriced food and big name guests who’ve forgotten their roots, but then by the next year I’m looking forward to going again. Go figure.
Glad to hear you enjoyed NYCC this year, Sarah.
February 10th, 2009 at 12:13 am
LOL Well Ma’am I hope you enjoy your recovery. As for me the forklift worth of books bought during the con is backing up to my house now….