It was a great weekend. Thought Bubble has developed into the best event in the Uk for comics. The organisation, atmosphere, guest and general comicky goodness was stellar. Thanks to everyone involved for a great experience. Hopefully I will get the chance to exhibit next year.
I wanted to get the praise in first, because I need to blog a bit about my personal experience. This has nothing to do with the con, as I say personal stuff. I had a terrible weekend for sales. Saturday was £60, Sunday was £5. That’s right, a fiver. I have suspected that my days as a self publisher, sales person were coming to a close, and recent events are repeating the same results.
I no longer sell.
There was new comics for Thought Bubble, prints. I even went to the trouble of building a display. I painted some watercolours to lure people in, engaged in conversation, hardly left my table. But the old magic has faded, i’m afraid.
It was a long journey home, and this morning was still quite painful. I’ve never packed away a table early on the second day, like 2pm early.
I don’t know what to do at the mo’.
I have Malta, then Angouleme. I have a new comic that is almost ready. But i’m starting to feel really self conscious and slightly embarrassed about it all. I suddenly feel out of place, date with everything. Maybe i’m too self reliant. Maybe I have become part of the furniture.
( Anyone that knows me this is just honest reflection, not a plea for sympathy )
I think my mechanical skills ( Drawing, writing ) have really improved. This is not an issue.
But the rest of it suddenly seems a bit, I dunno.
Anyway, here is a page from the comic I didn’t get finished for Leeds. This will be finished, then it’s time to try something new.
Thanks for reading :)