The atmosphere of TCAF is incomparable, in terms of North American Comix shows. Reverent, academic, electric and ludicrous, all at once. Conversation was excellent, business was brisk, inspiration was constant, and my consuming fears were shared and enjoyed by all.
And the art. THE A R T.
Some people bought and enjoyed my first public work in pentameter. Christ, dare I go there? POETRY? Danger, danger.
Now I'm back and working on several scripts, for several projects. All stages, really - planning, roughing, polishing. Next weekend is Fan Expo, which, after TCAF, is like saying "I was on Neptune and next week I'll be on Mars." Luckily, comic book fans and appreciators of strange literature live on both.
If you were there, it was nice to see you. If you'll be there, see you there.
Demophobia: Fear of crowds.