Well I think we all have a pretty good idea what’s about to go down. We have Agent Davish in the basement, Bridgette in the kitchen, and Agent Cullen outside with a gun.
We can say Doug, Bea and the kids are back on main land safe and sound, but we can’t say that about Bridgette and Agent Davish.
I hate to do this but…
I’m going to leave you all here for a couple of weeks. I need the time to write volume eleven. And maybe volume twelve, if everything goes well.
Essentially I’m working on the final chapter of Bridgette’s Belly. I want to say I’ll be back online towards the end of February, but I’ve been bad in the past with deadlines. We’ll see how things go.
See you in March.
Whenever I do a show, I make the rounds after words and talk with the other artists. They all have their favorite scapegoat to point blame at for a weak show. It was rainy, it was sunny, there was a bigger show going on at the same time, the venue had sticky floors, the cosplayers did it with Prof. Plumb in the Lounge with a lead pipe. But what I think is the elephant in the room, is that the Artist alley system is flawed. It no longer works. It’s not selfies and weak economy, it’s Pintrest, tumblr, and other social media outlets that let us connect with our favorite artist 24/7. The charm of the convention was meeting the artist and writers you love and admire, but now we can follow them on twitter. By the way I’m on twitter @BotulismBunny. We give our selves away all the time so the exclusivity of conventions is meaningless. No doubt conventions will continue, but they are changing. They have to in order to survive. We, as the rats in artist alley, have to change with it. I’m no longer doing artist alley. Instead I’m doing one working show a year as a vendor selling toys and games. Any other show I go to will be as an attendee. We’re approaching a breaking point where we will have to find our own way. It’s hard to let go, especially if the thing we have to let go of has emotional value, has memory, and dreams. Once we detach ourselves from the thing (whatever it is) we can keep the memories.
New music time. Discovered Deadmau5. According to my music snob ex girl friends in highschool, I’m not supposed to like techno (now called dance). But I do. I think it’s easier to tell you what I don’t like in music because that list is short yet full of exceptions. If you pick up my iPod don’t hit shuffle. Unless your ears can handle the shift from “Girl from Ipanema” to “Last Caress”.