No Sleep Since Brooklyn

Empire StateFinally, I’ve a chance to breathe, relax, decompress, and gather my thoughts following a very productive trip for Memetic Press up to Big Apple Con in New York City last week. If this post seems scattered and fried, it’s because so much happened in those three days (and the five since) I’m still not really sure where to start or finish. This, I might add, is a bad position for a writer to be in.

First of all, a note on modern conveyance. It is absolutely astounding to me sometimes how we take for granted that a person can go from David Cox Road in Charlotte North Carolina to One Penn Plaza in midtown Manhattan in just under four hours. Car, airport shuttle, plane, air train, subway… And you’re there. This reality is in itself amazing enough, but the experience was made all the more surreal by the fact I’ve never been to New York City.

As a place of myth of legend, the City’s influence obviously cannot be understated. In some ways, it’s everything one imagines it to be: loud, rushed, and full of almost any sort of thing you could imagine the planet Earth to contain. There is quite literally more to see and do in three Manhattan city blocks than most cities I’ve been to can offer at ALL. One finds oneself wandering the streets and remembering every film set there, every tale that’s come from this place, every cliche that’s been burned into the American psyche by the energy emanating from this concrete polis. It is a place of indescribable magnitude, and about five hundred times more impressive in person than it could ever be from afar, regardless of radiance.

StreetsThen, one notices little things that never occurred to you. Did you know people sleep on subways? I don’t mean homeless people, I mean people riding the train. That was a method for spotting native New Yorkers, I think. Not only were they asleep sitting up (and in at least one case I observed, STANDING), but they’ve somehow trained their brains to wake up at their particular stop. This is undoubtedly an acquired skill. As is the timing of a New York jaywalk. The jaywalk, however, one can generally master after a day or two. I wasn’t about to attempt subway sleeping, although the gods know I could have used it.

So after falling in love with New York in general (and Brooklyn in particular), there was the Con itself. Much like the City that hosted it, Big Apple Con was loud and packed. Thanks to the very fine folk at Secret Identity Podcast, Memetic Press quickly went from being a roving operation to having a table all our own, and for this they deserve acres of thanks. Also, Matman scored an interview with an up-and-coming comic book writer who shall remain nameless, at least until the interview is up. I’ll let everyone know.

And so I got my full convention on: signed books, sold books, meeting and greeting with several individuals of note, and a general good time had by all. So now I’ll draw thanks to specific individuals for making this possible and/or memorable:

  • First, the talented and dedicated Lyzette HM, not only for her work at the convention (up to and including coffee retrieval, which was vital), but for all the work Pictor Photography And Publicity has done for Memetic Press and After. Don’t know if you guys know this, but it’s primarily due to HER that the book is on the shelves it’s on. And more shelves to come, I might add. Anyone looking to push a product… A LEGAL product, anyway… should contact her.
  • Even though they’ve already been mentioned, thanks have to go out to Secret Identity Podcast, for table wrangling and general support. These guys rule, and if you haven’t been checking out their podcast, I don’t know that I can do anything for you. Seriously, get out of here. You’re a disappointment to the whole family.
  • Mark Sparacio, for being Memetic’s “across-the-aisle” table buddy, and for trading me for my new Sgt. Rock print. Holy shit this thing rules. Seriously, check it out when he puts it up here. What’s Rock staring at? My theory, either someone in Easy Company said something stupid, or he sees some Nazis that need killing.
  • And finally, to the kind and brilliant Danielle Sucher, for providing a starving writer with a place to sleep (briefly) while in New York City. If you happen to be pushing an ILLEGAL product, you can try contacting her. AFTER they lock you up, gangsta.

And so I left the City, much improved from the experience, if perhaps exhausted. It was a brilliant place, a wondrous convention, and it seems AFTER is on it’s way to a BIT more recognition. And if that’s not worth the tax-deductable investment, nothing is.

Out for now…

– Paris “Rev” Battle

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2 Comments

  1. We OWNED that convention, dammit! I’d like to throw in my thanks to all the people named, plus big thanks to the Reverend Battle himself for being awesome all that weekend, turning out a damn fine comic book, teaching me to use the subway system, and NOT being one of the truly creepy unwashed geeks. Seriously, some of those guys scared me.

    ONWARD TO ISSUE TWO!!!!!!!!!!!

  2. Niiice reference! Good to hear you are gettin out there and makin it happen! Now where the hell is issue 2?

    By the way, call me, fucker!


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