It’s July! They ran a super successful Kickstarter this spring, and now I am both excited and terrified for Bill’s and Ian’s big week to come. The proud papas of Gwendolyn and the Underworld will be debuting their little creation at Comic-Con (the Big One in San Diego)!
Over the weekend we unwrapped and consolidated boxes of the first batch of Gwendolyn while watching Who Framed Roger Rabbit? in the background. One hundred of the gorgeous books will be making the trip down to San Diego, and hopefully into new fans’ homes! In case they run out, don’t worry. Bill’s been working on getting pins, bookmarks, and prints together for weeks:
Why is Mayka terrified?
This question. Have you been to Comic-Con before? IT’S HUGE. It used to be “niche,” it used to be “underground” and overridden with “geeks.” But that was, what, ten years ago? Comic-Con isn’t what you think. It’s mainstream. Folks in costume get the most photo opps, but that’s hopefully because they have bangin’ costumes.
Thing is, Comic-Con’s crowd pushes me toward agoraphobia. There are so many people. Wear flip-flops, and that angry tatted up dad will drive his toddler’s stroller right over your toes – nay, through your legs – to get in line for Nathan Fillion. And the panels? Psch, I don’t care. I seen me some celebs and they’re just not worth the hours-long wait to get a seat. (Note: I also do not believe in lining up for restaurants.)
Last year we traded the summer trip to SD for a springtime excursion to Italy, which was fine with me! You could easily rack up as much spending at Comic-Con (airfare, rental car, parking, inflated hotel prices [DO NOT STAY AT THE QUALITY INN.], convention food, tourist food, parties, merchandise merchandise merchandise) as a week-long vacation to anywhere. It’s become the bread and butter of San Diego’s convention industry, the testing ground for special effects blockbusters, and the debut stage for the deep, wide world of limited edition collectibles.
So basically, I’m bracing myself. We’ll see if taking a break last year was wise or ill-advised for entering our first year hosting a table. But my resolve is high. I know Bill is ready. I just have to pack smart, warm up my elbows for fending off capes, and possibly inject some coffee into my caffeine-averse body to get through the days.
Also, the prep can be killer.
To the Convention Center!