So here we are in London. A fine old town with a great deal of scenery that appears on television a lot. Possibly because the architectural copyright has expired. The Experiments seem to like it here, and apparently they have learned the first and foremost thing, which is to look Right as you attempt to cross the street.
Last night we did a signing at Forbidden Planet (https://forbiddenplanet.com/) which is a comic book store that does not feel that it is necessary to carry Girl Genius. This made us sad. However at the signing, we had a lot of people who declared that they had come to the store to see us, and we moved a fair number of the novels, so we put it into the ‘win’ column, and will never speak of them again.
Today we arrived at the Convention Center, which is in the middle of this charming industrial wasteland, where everything is cheap, including human life. The convention staff seems to have a good grasp of things, Registration and the Dealer’s Room staff all spun in greased grooves. The problem was that none of the cases of Girl Genius that I had arranged to have shipped here had shown up. Argh. A frantic flurry of e-mails revealed that apparently the warehouse manager had neglected to process that laaaast little bit of paperwork. However I am assured that everything will be here tomorrow. We shall see, but I will willingly embrace the fantasy.
This is not to say that I am sitting at an empty table. 20 or so years ago, Greg Ketter, of Dreamhaven Books (http://dreamhavenbooks.com/) who also served as my partner in our publishing house, Palliard Press, have brought a couple of cases of comics to England for a comics con. The show tanked, and some friends, the Moyers, agreed to store them “temporarily” in their attic. When Greg mentioned to them that he was coming, they gently told him that if he did not remove them, they were prepared to burn down their own house in order to be rid of them.
This explains why I have stacks of Buck Godot comics, What’s New #1 , and XXXenophiles that I’m selling for a few pounds apiece. It’s like I’m running a table from 20 years ago.