The Flattering

I was tickled yesterday when a long-time reader asked me straight up if I was willing to do stick figures, because I use them for comics on occasion as filler art. To be specific, they wanted to know if I could bring Akashik back using stick figures. Please, pretty please.

Yes, I do intend to get back to Akashik before I die of old age – providing Nibiru doesn’t make it completely to the planet and kill us all. I am often frustrated that I can’t start on it now. Well, in a way I am working on it. I develop characters, I poke at the script, and I’m writing side stories here and there because they simply will not leave me alone.

The latest side story that blossomed out from my pen into comic book script form was about Taus’s first teacher and sponsor into Cerberus. To be precise, it’s how they met. But I can’t start on it right now… there just aren’t enough hours in the day. Not with me having to work on commissions for everyone else, too.

Still, the day is coming. The husband and I have been working hard for the time I can say, “I quit!” to the working world at large and strike out on my own. I’m impatient because I’d set these days off for my children, for stability, for this and for that. All I have to show for it are empty bedrooms and an entire life that was set aside.

A client recently told me that I should put my life even further on hold while my husband goes to college. I should support him and be there for him as much as a wife can.

I told him politely that my husband was a grown man.

Sometimes I get real sick and tired of the double standard, the societal expectation that as a female I shouldn’t try to be successful and do things in my own right. When I did them I was put down and called names. And today, now that I’m nearing middle-age, I’m not even appreciated for my sacrifice. And someone expects me to set my life back even further?

I think not.

But this wasn’t meant to be a rant about inequality. This was supposed to be a simple comment about fans, and how much I love them, and how much it means to me when one reaches out to beg me for stick figures at the very least.

Please, pretty please.

Con-Zombified

I am back from OMG con yesterday around 1700 hours. Today I’m still exhausted. My feet still hurt. And it’s time to return to the mundane world of commissions, clients, and computer screens.

I broke even on hotel and table costs, but not on how much it took to get everything ready at the last minute. But this is no reason to get upset, unless we’re discussing my house payment or the light bill. This is actually a big success. My table had a couple of major issues I couldn’t compensate for in regards to layout. If I had been 100% prepared, I would have done a lot better. And I have returned with determination to fix the table as a result.

The highlight of the convention for me was a bomb threat.  Or maybe it was because someone pulled the fire alarm. I’m not sure which of the two stories I heard are true, but I’m going to go with bomb threat because that’s the more interesting version. Yes, I’m sure the perpetrator was watching everyone file out of the convention center with a smile on their face and an evil chuckle. But this didn’t stop the fun. The boffer groups did outside fighting. All of the colorful cosplays were there for my personal viewing pleasure. And then the ice cream truck came.

It’s my personal theory that the ice cream truck driver was the person who called in the bomb threat. They drove by and you could hear the crowd cheer. And then dozens of cosplayers were bounding across the convention center lawn after the truck. It was like a scene from a crazy movie. All I could do was laugh.

I got a little cranky on Saturday because being in the sun from the bomb threat for so long made me ill. I can’t do sunshine anymore, which is tragic considering I’m from Florida. So in my crankiness I thought I was doing very poorly. After I was able to go to the hotel, rest, and take a shower I realized I had done better than I usually do. Thumbs up.

I did a lot of filming, heard the OMGcon drama story of why they’re not close to my house anymore, and overall had such a wonderful time I was sad to see it end. All I did was sit in my booth, too. I can’t imagine how much fun it would have been if I’d been able to go to some of the panels and events. Alas, my husband was not able to attend with me and I had to man everything alone. I’m a big girl. I didn’t mind. But that is where the exhaustion comes in – from not being able to take a break and having to leave the table alone just long enough to run to the bathroom.

So on my project list I’ve got to buy another modular wire cube set. I’ll have to order it because it’s not available in stores anymore. That’s the key to fixing my table. I’m going to start ordering prints of my work, create a display book, and move along. One person at OMGcon said I had a lot of stuff. Actually, I had about as much as a lot of other people it’s just that I was unique in my wares… and I couldn’t organize them as well as I should have. I’m going to fix that. And what I’m doing will transform, too. I usually have a lot of stuff because I do a lot of things. But I want my table to specialize more.

Some of my things sold out, which helps with the transformation. I know what I’m going to have on my table, and I already have an idea of the layout. Now. I just have to execute.