| (Crossposted from maskedretriever.com) |
[Apr. 20th, 2008|07:20 am] |
I've never been to a comics convention in my entire life, for what it's worth.
In this, my first year, I'm volunteering to help out with goodness-knows-what, for the very practical reason that it will keep me from chickening out. I have a terrible track reccord with this sort of thing and knowing that I'm on someone's list of resources always gives me a big boost in terms of motivation. Being counted on counts for something.
I'm trying to figure out what to do for a 'zine to bring with me-- I want to have some paper to show people the level I'm on. The reason for that is that is that I just read The Escapists and that book is designed to make people form Superhero Teams of Comics. Utterly engrossing artwork and a story with punch and enough grit to masterfully suspend disbelief pull you in and quiet any sense you might have that this "couldn't really happen," and all the while the over-arching story that is whispered into your ear is one of abject idealism: You CAN make a great comic with a few friends. There will be hard times, but it will be transcendentally beyond worth it.
And honestly? I already really really wanted to believe that. |
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