As the comic book industry prepares for Comic-Con International in San Diego, I find myself in a strange situation: I won’t be in the SLG booth this year. Instead, I’ll be one of the people I would watch from the other side of the table—a woman with her husband and baby, pressed in with the rest of the crowd.
It’s been nearly ten years since I last attended Comic-Con as a civilian. The convention was smaller then, and Hollywood was a definite but not-yet dominating presence. Back then, I’d get to the hall at opening and not leave until closing, except maybe to grab lunch at the CineCafe or Ralph’s. I roved artists’ alley, attended panels, and got a few sketches and signatures. At the end of the day, I had sore feet and an aching back, but I still stayed up late and returned the next day, seemingly indefatigable.
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