I sit here, exhausted. I should try to go to bed early tonight. But it's closing in on Midnight already, and I've decided to start writing a little something about this weekend's events. I was up past 4am last night. Today on the drive home, I drifted in and out of consciousness. Thankfully, I sat passenger, as my rubberized limbs could not have grasped the wheel for the required 5 or so hours. What could have done this to me, broken me down into this pitiful lump who tonight tries to regain it's shape? A little thing called Summit City Comic Con came and went on Saturday, and left me flattened in the road, it's tracks across my twitching corpse. Only in it's second year, this one day con in the NE Indiana city of Fort Wayne has become a significant happening, where a diverse bevy of comic creators come to hock their wares and meet fellow fans of the medium. And I loved every minute of it.
Summit City is put on by the folks at Discount Comic Book Service and run by my buddy Zack Kruse. Zack did an amazing job seeing to the needs of the creators, exhibitors, attendees and making sure that everything was running smoothly. All done with an easy humor and dare I say: grace? Due to his untiring diligence, everything seemed to go off without a hitch. There was a good crowd all day. Not necessarily a sketch hungry crowd, but they were happy to indulge on printed matter. I did just a few sketches, but sold a good number of books. Almost as important as the con itself, or maybe even more so depending on priorities, is the social scene around the convention. That's where I got in trouble Saturday night by staying out way too late. Nighttime Dave hates Daytime Dave and treats him horribly. But it was a terrific time while it was happening, damn the consequences.
Here are some of the sketches from Saturday. I took a few more pics, not many. I really need to get better at setting aside some time for that. You can see the rest of the photos on my facebook and/or flickr gallery.