The title of this post can refer to a handful of things, actually.
The first is the San Diego Comic Con. We left mid-day today and despite mild traffic, the trip back was a breeze compared to the trip down.
The second is my desire to spend any more time convincing Marvel and DC to give us more work. I'd rather focus on publishers that want to work with us.
The third is my desire to go to another Comic-Con. We see friends and colleagues there who we wouldn't see otherwise, so I can't say that we won't ever go again. But I can say that at the moment, I really hate going to the con.
The Comic-Con was a disaster, and one of the most dispiriting experiences I've had in a long while.
I've been teaching a few classes, and have collected a bunch of devoted and talented students, and I try to push them to follow their passion for writing comics or manga. But sometimes I worry that I'm not doing right by them.
Because there's something I have failed to tell them, something they need to hear.
This is hard stuff.
You put yourself out there, every day. And every time people reject you, it sucks. But that's not the worst part.
The worst part is the antipathy. There are so many people in a position to hire you, refer you, help you - and in so doing, if you're good at writing, help themselves - who just don't. Or can't. Or won't.
When people hate your stuff, you've made an impression. When you just don't seem to register, it eats away at you. It doesn't instantly (and thus, in some ways mercifully) crush you like rejection. It just saps your energy. It makes you doubt your ability to pursue your dream while never quite crashing down hard enough to actually kill that dream.
It takes mountains of stamina to push past all of that, and now I worry that I haven't prepared my students for that grim reality.
So, how do you cope with such soul suckage?
You focus on the positive.
In our case, we focus on the two absolutely charming and wonderful teenaged fans of Amazing Agent Luna who came to the con, dressed as Luna and Oliver. Twin sisters whose Mom made their costumes for them, they absolutely made the convention for us. If not for them, it would have been a total loss.

So, to Ashley and Michelle... thank you. You two have no idea how important it is for people in our position to know that people like what you do. You saved the weekend for us, and it'll be on the strength of that moment that I'll be able to look at the rest of the weekend and try to salvage any other good moments from it.
So, without going through the reasons why it sucked (because dwelling is a sucker's game, and one I am sucker enough to play way too often), here are the positives from the con...
1) Ashley and Michelle.
2) We got to announce BAD MEDICINE, and everyone at Oni seems as excited for it as we are.
3) I got to see a half-dozen of my students, who took time out of their busy con schedules to say hi, or stop in at the Oni panel.
4) We were able to help two friends get into the con for free and both seemed to enjoy the experience.
5) Our best friends in the world were there, and we spent a decent amount of time with them.
6) We got a chance to see friends who we only see at the con, and friends who left Los Angeles and who we miss hanging out with.
7) We met with one editor at one of the big companies who does seem to genuinely want to help.
There. Listing only the good stuff makes the weekend seem like less of a nightmare.
But I'm still done with Comic-Con.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
- Nunzio (accidentally posting from Christina's blogger account)