Long time no blog...er, that was lame. Anyhoo, been kinda busy lately what with the all-consuming, all-encompassing Comic-Con International--which if any of you have gone as an exhibitor know that it completely takes over your life for the week it's on and the weeks preceeding it and following it. No lie. I'm still trying to recover from the 12 hour days, then partying at night (still part of the work!), and the walking! I kid you not when I say that in the 6 days I was there I probably walked 3-5 miles a day and stood behind the booth 90% of the time shilling my wares. My tootsies are screaming hateful diatribes at me still...at the show they merely begged me for sweet mercy. I got my excercise there, folks.
Comic-Con has become less and less of an actual "comic book" convention every year since I first started attending 11 years ago. Now it's 60% movie companies and computer games, 10-20% various other things involving toys, t-shirts, trading cards and about 30ish% comics. Kind of sad, really. BUT! We of the comic book crowd kind of know this going in. And, even though it costs a small fortune to even set up there we go...WHY?
Hope keeps us little comic creators going. The hope that one of the many "Hollywood scouts" that attend the show take a liking to your property and see potential in it. Many a poor comic geek have become overnight sensations with one stroke of the pen! And so we go. We hemorrhage our bank accounts and stress ourselves to the point of nervous breakdowns. We smile even when our poor feet scream at us and our backs ache so bad not even 6 martinis dull the pain (I know, I tried). The hangovers don't stop us. The 100,000 people streaming by our booths with nary a glance as they frantically tromp through the showfloor looking for that oh-so-awesome and ever-so-important cardboard promotional "shield" that says "300 DVD coming July 31st!"...they actually donned these cardboard shields with pride after wondefully trampling small children to obtain them. I wonder if they fit in the overhead of the airplane?
Anyways, I gripe but it was a pretty solid showing for yours truly. My new book, THE LIST, went over very well and I managed to get it into the hands (and impress) quite a few of those aforementioned "Hollywood scouts." I even had the great pleasure of meeting, and having a nice 25 minute conversation with Frank Darabont (director of one of my "TOP TEN" favorite movies of all-time, SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION) about his shoes, his latest movie (THE MIST. Another Stephen King adaptation), and my new book. I'm not trying to namedrop here, just pointing out what kind of "heavy hitters" walk the showfloor at Comic-Con and, again, why us little guys keep going. You just never know who you're going to meet and whose hands you might get your stuff into. Mr. Darabont may very well have pitched my book in the nearest trash bin--although I truly don't think so as he was a genuinely nice dude--but I never even would have had a chance in Hell of ever even dreaming of getting it into his hands had I not been there. That's why we go.
It has been said that people can survive without food for up to 30 days. Water for a week, maybe...but Hope? Without Hope we die immediately.
So, again, I hope.
Off to bed now. Just finished sealing the deal on my first MCP issue at Marvel and it rocks! And next weekend is WizardWorld, Chicago...