Barely surviving Wizard World Chicago comic convention I'm trying to get back in action. During the show I was able to finish the thumbnails on Book V. Needless to say seeing the makings of the last page of story that I'll be drawing for The Overman gave me a strong moment of pause.
The ending that was so elusive to us after all these years was there scribbled in a way that I alone knew what was going on. I mentioned to Scott how a wave of sadness came over me. Oddly enough I think he knew exactly what I was talking about.
The show wrecked me.
I lost sleep because of the 2 hour time difference and having to get up at 3:45 the day of my flight. I got up early Chicago time to hit the gym and continued depriving myself here and there not sure what time zone I was in. When the show came around it was just one big blur of everything I was too familiar with. Except this time Scott was there helping to spread the warning that The Overman was coming. I think we would have had better luck wearing those sandwich boards over our head ringing a bell warning people, "The End of the World is Nigh!".
I've never just promoted a book at a show. One thing is for sure, it's empty and slow. I think the people who took the time to see it, really enjoyed it. And those who did not will remember it regardless.
It wasn't a total loss I got to hang with my friends and I really enjoyed that quite a bit. Cef, Pav and Beth were kind enough to embark on challenging journey to Blackbird on my first night in. What a wonderful restaurant with such a distinguished menu to boot. I didn't think I'd find anything like it outside of Seattle. It took my snobbishness down a peg or too.
As for hanging out with Scott. Nothing's changed...well maybe nothing. We still manage to annoy the hell out of each other, make each other laugh ridiculously and find a bit of that youthful brashness that has made our relationship unique. In the end we're very different people, while we respect each other's skill we certainly have different ideas about where our futures lie.
Well...gotta get back to it...two more books call...and then I'll finally be done with this journey.
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It's been hard to focus on working. My folks were out, as you know, I got to play for a week. Totally uncomic related...unart related...pure fun. And I know what that does to me. It screws me up...makes me human again, and I forget how or why working was so important in the first place.
