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Con-talk: Creativity

If I’m gonna be honest, I’m a total net-hermit.  I have a core of real-life friends and an ever-expanding group of online acquaintances that I talk to.  One of the neat things about cons is getting to meet the latter group face to face, and those kind of meet ups are what really makes me excited about the comic con circuit every year.

Because meeting other fans and creators in person and just talking to them about the art form is good for creativity.  Going back and looking at the early talk between Matt and I on what would eventually become the currently artist-less book that we want to self-publish (or, at the urging of a few Zuda creators, possibly submit to Zuda), we play off of each other incredibly well, and even get into that kind of “I’m finishing your sentences” vibe, but I get the feeling that we’d be kicking even more ass if we could occasionally lock ourselves in a house with some pizzas and a case of beer for a day or two and just brainstorm and write and talk.  Hitting NYCC this year was like that, and I walked away from it with Ideas that I can’t wait to get on paper.  In fact, if my voice recorder’s batteries weren’t dead, I’d have been dictating my whole drive home.

I love it when this happens, and kind of wonder why I’m not also working on something with some of my local gang, like Rich, Cory or Perry.  Something else for me to think about in ‘09.

On the artist front, nothing promising happened at the con, but I got a really awesome pep talk from Dan McDaid (of Jersey Gods fame) that put the energy back in me.

Sorry for the rambly-ness, by the way.  I want to get back into frequent posts, maybe even one a day.  So yeah.

1 comment

1 Matt { 02.09.09 at 1:46 pm }

maybe we should meet. as long as you don’t show up with a klingon battle weapon and a suit made of your last victim’s skin.

seriously, we could look into that. or even try some kind of virtual meet-up–pick a day or a night where we get on the phone and bullshit for a few hours while we write and get drunk.

(god that sounds sadder than it is meant to sound)

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