Heroes Con: Saturday

 Saturday at Heroes Con was a day everyone expected to be a real zoo—and to a certain extent it was.  But it certainly never reached a point where it was uncomfortable or difficult to move around the floor, as in San Diego.  Most important, the “Heroes atmosphere” seems to be in tact, with most folks—mainstream even pros—reasonably approachable, and even in the midst of a busy day a low key feel about things.

 I found sales of my books to be reasonably good, and probably better on the bottom line than last year at day two.  Last year was the first year of “Indie Island” and the majority of my sales last year were minicomics and the like.  This year, the second for Indie Island, though I’m finding that the bulk of my sales are my Slave Labor Graphics books.  Even more curious, the higher priced and much older Farewell, Georgia is selling about the same number of copies as my new release Midnight Sun.  Oddball items like, $1.00 “filmstrip” minicomics, and my mincomics sampler in a Chinese takeout box have been going nowhere fast.

Generating the most “buzz” is the presence of Warren Ellis, who was lurking around in the hotel bar on and off last night.  A friend of mine had something signed by him and remarked that he looked like he’d spent a lot of time underground.  I asked, “You mean in hiding?”  “No,” he said, “like as in living in a damp hole underneath the earth.”

My favorite overheard quote (reported to me by the friend mentioned above) was the following:  A disapointed child complains to his father, “You said there’d be superheroes here, but there’s just comic books!”