Post con depression is a terrible, terrible thing... but it's only because conventions themselves tend to be so much fun. I've been back from No Brand Con since Monday, but I couldn't quite get myself to write this until today for some reason or another.
There's no real profundity to my delay, just laziness mostly. I've had the motivation to keep my two comics on track, and that's about it.
In any case, today is my first day back at work since before the con, and I figured since reality was snapping itself back into focus, I should reflect on my annual, temporary exit from it.
Last year, it felt strange to be back - as it was my first year where I was not heavily involved in the production of the convention (beyond some public facing duties... which are all that's really left for me to do). This year I was even LESS involved in running the thing, but I found myself not feeling strange about it at all.
I think it's because I had gotten myself an artist alley table (which was all done above board), and because I always had something to "work," I wasn't as restless to start "helping out" (which would likely have resulted in my actually getting in the way).
Did the current staff do everything perfectly? No - but let's be honest, neither did I when I was actually in charge. They did a good job though, and if you know me (and how I critique things), that's actually exceptionally high praise. The con has stabilized in size, which is good because if it got any bigger, none of the hotels in the city of Eau Claire could physically hold the con still...
...but man, would we run a killer ad campaign if there were a bigger hotel in that town.
In any case, I'm sort of meandering here -- the con was a hell of a lot of fun, I sold some books, and I got to see a lot of old friends. In truth, I don't think I could ask for much more.