Thought for the day: I cannot believe how many people, almost a year later, are
still coming up to me and quoting that one semi-notorious line from
Starship Troopers #5. How great is that?
Saturday started off in fairly relaxed fashion with a quick and shameful trip to
Games Workshop to pick up the new Space Marines codex. I know, and I've heard it all before so don't even bother. If I weren't a gamer I probably wouldn't even have got the foot on the comics ladder that I'm desperately fighting to preserve/deserve now. Anyway, let's move on.
Nic and I dropped off some speakers at the
Insomnia stand for boss-man Crawford's laptop, so he could play the new
Cancertown trailer to best advantage. That done, I picked out my targets and ran through my bullet-points for the day. I touched base with
Orang Utan,
Markosia, the
Geek Syndicate and the deeply cool
C2D4 guys. I picked up the second issues of Last of the Chickenheads and Jack in the Box, then bought
Candleman #1 on a whim. I was not disappointed.
Stephen Downey turned up right on cue as always, so Nic crushed a cheque into his hand in exchange for our one original art purchase of the convention – a full-page splash of Crosshair from Cancertown (her favourite character that I've ever written). Nic freaked when she first saw this page, so we knew we'd have to own it.
Tet and Ferret once again showed up in an awe-inspiring storm of support. I've tried on several occasions to explain to them what it means to me that they keep coming to these gigs, but I still don't think I've ever managed to adequately articulate it. Thanks again, guys.
Nic was getting stuck into her new thing as Creative Director of Insomnia, checking out artist portfolios and writer pitches. Several very promising things happening there, apparently. Meanwhile, I locked my game face into position in preparation for the pitches I had lined up.
Now, I'm not necessarily the most technically proficient pitcher of ideas in the business. However, as a general word of advice, you should never ask me what my stories are about unless you're prepared to receive the full blast of them at point-blank range. I kick off, the red mist descends and the next thing I know I'm sifting through the smoking rubble. For better or worse, I pitch full force.
I'm going to stop talking about that for the moment, but hands were shaken and if all goes to plan it looks like my dance card might be filled for a while.
The frenzy of pitching left me pretty wiped out, but I managed to have a very interesting chat with the
Myebook guys. Myebook.com has been an extremely cool resource for me, and the future of the system is looking spectacular.
Nic received a really nice picture from the mighty
Simon Wyatt, while I fulfilled a lifetime ambition of being the smallest human being ever to pose for an artist's rendering of the Hulk. We rounded off the day with Chinese food and a giant bucket of chocolate.
Rock!