ComiCon was intense and educational. I’m already scouting out the next ones I can register for. I’m probably going to stick mostly to the west coast – and, yes, mostly to the Pacific Northwest – but I’m thinking of doing one East Coast one. Suggestions are welcome, especially for those I might have a fighting chance of getting into at this point.

I’m planning on starting Furlough Two next week. This week is dedicated to reading, eating properly, getting some exercise, and getting enough sleep. Time to let the field lie fallow for a little while.

A couple of fun things, though. One, check this out. And two, I added the cat zine and Furlough One to my Etsy store. I now have a Complete Works of Breanne Boland item up, which I find perhaps slightly funnier than I should.

The convention was a blast. I’ll write more about it later; I think I have a “Things I Learned At My Very First Convention Ever” post in me, because I took notes the whole time.

I was pretty well prepared, though – the only mad dash was when John ran out to get some book stands to save me from the sad fate of a completely flat table. For my first experience like this, I had a pretty damn cute table, if I do say so myself. Lookit:

I met some lovely people, made some sales, exchanged cards with fellow cartoonists (exciting), and had some really wonderful conversations. I forgot about the hothousing effect an environment like a con has – you know a certain number of things about the person across the table from you, so you can get to some really big ideas pretty quickly. I was absolutely exhausted, but I was so happy to spend myself in such a way. Shit, conventions are fun. I’ll post when I have my next one locked down.