The Carl’s Birthday storyline wraps up today, and so I’ll have to go back to creating brand new content starting next week. I was able to get a few pages done, so hopefully it’s enough of a buffer to last me for a while before the next convention.
Speaking of my next convention, I’ll be a guest of honor at Cyphan out in Wheeling, Il (where my book was printed)! Cyphan is a brand new sci-fi show, and it’s going to have some special guests from some semi-popular sci-fi shows (cough cough Firefly cough cough Battlestar Galactica cough cough).
The guy who’s running the show just linked me to the TV spot that he produced, which will run in Chicago promoting the show during StarGate episodes on SyFy.
Cyphan takes place June 25-27 at the Westin Chicago North Shore Wheeling, IL. Be sure to check out the website and order tickets. I’ll be hosting a panel about making webcomics Friday, and possibly again Sunday.
Hope to see you there.
I woke up to the phone ringing at around 8:30am.
“This is your breakfast wake up call,” comes a familiar voice from the other end.
“Hi Russell,” I replied. “I set the alarm for 9 this morning…wanted to sleep in.”
I got up, took a shower, and headed off to grab breakfast real quick before our 10am panel for Reading with Pictures. By this time, my voice was really starting to disappear – and my Barry White impression was just about spot-on. Josh, Russell, and I were in the early morning panel with a sparse but involved group of people. Josh told the usual stories about how he learned how to read from comics. Russell told stories about the inspiration for his story in the anthology. And I told stories about the inspiration for Albert the Alien.

A few people from some of my earlier panels of the show were in attendance, which is always flattering. It shows that, since I was in such a variety of panels with many different topics, that people were interested in me. Things that were important to me, and that I spend my time working on. That’s a very humbling realization.
After the panel ended I headed out to the floor. It was the last day to sell, and I sold the crap out of everything I had. People from panels stopped by, people from earlier in the weekend who said they were going to buy something stopped by, complete strangers stopped by, and so did old and new friends.
I missed closing ceremonies because I wanted to sell everything I had, and I almost did. I walked the floor the last few minutes of the show to trade books with people, and then packed up my gear. The staffers invited me back to the green room for dinner with the amazing crew who made this weekend possible. After eating far too much food, I was invited to have some adult slushies with some of the convention organizers in the Presidential Suite. Man, what a room!
I didn’t take any pictures of it, but this room doubled as the green room a few years back. It’s got a kitchen, living room, office, bedroom, and a bathroom that would make rich people jealous. The shower was big enough for 5 people not touching. And I’m not exaggerating.
I left the show much later than expected, but having had the greatest weekend I’ve had in the longest time. Possibly ever.
I want to thank everyone responsible for putting that show together, and for making me a guest of the show. I can’t even begin to name them all, and trying to do so would not do it justice – because I know I would mis-spell someone’s name.
To the people who put on the show, the people who I met, and the people who made me a guest of the show – from the bottom of my heart I thank you.