Comic Con is now over. It was fun, and hectic, and full of work, and some booze, and lots of cool, cool people. One of the highlights for me, as with Comic Con New York, was to meet so many awesome people who I either know only through IM or Twitter, or who I don’t know at all, but am familiar with their work. Among the former group, Tobias S. Buckell (one of our writers at Tor. Go check out his work now, you won’t be disappointed) and I found that we have even more in common than we thought before we met face to face and had a few drinks. Among the latter, I got to meet Charles Stross and Vernor Vinge, two of my favorite authors. Additionally, Annalee Newitz and Charlie Jane Anders from io9 turned out to be some of the coolest, most gracious, fun, and genuinely kind people I’ve met here. I’m honored to have them as colleagues.
And then there are the illustrators. I’ve met and gotten to know many people whose work I’ve admired from afar for a very long time, such as Gregory Manchess (whose demo was fascinating. Watching him work is awe-inspiring), Jon Foster, Terry Moore, Donato Giancola, Dave Palumbo, Rebecca Guay, Dan Dos Santos, Todd Lockwood, and Stephan Martiniere; and have found them to be wonderfully witty, gracious, intelligent, and incredibly interesting, to a person. As I sat at a hotel lobby bar last night, having a beer with all these cats (and trying not to nod off due to lack of sleep), I couldn’t imagine that I could be luckier. Who would have thought, five years ago, when I was grinding through and drowning in the advertising world, that I would be sharing good times with the very same people I’ve admired from afar since I first went to college, waaay back in 1998?
Speaking of luck, my flight back to NYC last night was canceled due to weather, so I’m ‘stuck’ in San Diego until tonight. This means that I get to go to the San Diego Zoo later on in the day, as I’d originally planned to do before the Con started, but didn’t have the time. Even better: I get to go with a bunch of the aforementioned illustrators. Life works out, sometimes.







