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.