Pac-Con Spokane

“Cannot run, cannot hide, he’s on your trail & not on your side. Don’t look now, better not faint, he’s at your back, the Bloody Saint!” — The Three Books (Legend 1 of the Sacred Knight series)

 

Ready or not, here I come! Pac-Con Spokane — October 24, 2014 to October 26, 2014

As a kid, I use to get together on non-school nights and we’d play Bloody Murderer (a game much like hide-and-go-seek mixed with tag, but played in the dark) for hours. Usually until we were all scared after jumping out of the shadows at each other. Good times.

I’m starting to feel the same anticipation for comic conventions that I had then when waiting for everyone to gather. At Rose City Comic Con, I was in a conversation with some who was saying that they loved cons because it was like getting together with a whole bunch of like-minded friends. And it is. There’s no other way to put it. We’re all there to celebrate a love of a comic, a tv show, a movie, a character, a book, etc. It’s impossible to know what everyone is dressed up as because there is so much material in our culture today, but people love to show off their costumes and tell you all about why they chose the costume they did. Or to explain about the weird saying on their shirt.

There was one “crazy” lady who was walking down our section of Artist Alley shouting about why she loved The Walking Dead. She’d gotten to met one of the actors and it was going to be on the news that night. She was insanely spouting incoherent nonsense. We all had a moment if we should be concerned about our personal safety. After she passed by, all the artists on the section looked at each other and whispered, “What was that?” and “Damn she’s crazy!” I watched her go, feeling the same sentiments as my fellow artists, until I had one thought: she was telling the world about her fandom love. As the whispered questions continued, I just looked at them and said, “Isn’t that why we’re all here? To create raving fans just like that?” I admit, I sat back in my smug satisfaction that I was right. I hope someday my stories and artwork make someone so deliriously happy that they go around shouting and professing their love for what I’ve done. Knowing I’ve brought joy to someone else is what makes all my frustrated hair-pulling and time working away worth it.

I wonder if my scalp agrees.

 

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