My goodness, I am beat.
Winning the Isotope this weekend has been a whirlwind of emotions that I am finally coming down from. It was probably one of the best moments of my life thus far, and I do not exaggerate this point at all. To be acknowledged and rewarded for my work by a large crowd of people was thrilling. My past self, the one who was a kid toiling away in the corner drawing, I think he would be very proud and excited that his dreams would come true:
I’m doing comics.
I can’t thank the judges enough, and for James and the Isotope gang for putting on such an awesome party. Meeting people who you only know from reading their books or websites was so exciting for me, and getting to do it in such a great place was equally exciting. My only regret is that I didn’t spend a day more in San Francisco to hang out with everyone for one more night.
And now I’m back home, with my dog and my ferrocious lawn. I apologize to the faithful Parlor readers, but it has been an emotional past few months for me. This has led me to not post as much as I would like, but at least part of it was because I was sitting on pins and needles for a single moment that happened last weekend on a rainy San Francisco night, and then actually having that moment come true was like a beaming ray of sunshine warming me to the core.
My only wish is for everyone I know to experience something like that in their lifetime once. It is worth the pain of everything else.
I can’t wait to see what happens next.
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