The con in New York this past weekend was amazing.

It was our first major con and we had our first full-sized comic for sale. This was a major milestone for MONOLITH, and it was a really great time. Here are some highlights, in the order that they pop into my head.

Walking through the doors onto the show floor. I actually whispered to Bekah “It’s the Big Show!”

Nearly giving in to booth-rage, but managing to set up a great looking booth anyway. Thanks mostly to Bekah.

Reps from other companies (that shall remain nameless) sniffing around on Friday morning.

Warming up the pitch on the thin trickle of crowds on Friday.

Meeting Matt Bowers face-to-face for the first time. Turns out: real cool guy!

Seeing people in costumes I recognized (leg-warmer era Kitty Pryde) and ones I did not recognize (medieval Jason Voorhies?).

All the comics fans pouring out into the streets of Manhattan after the show. That, combined with the colossal Iron Man posters created a very surreal environment where subculture seemed to be swallowing super-culture.

Selling a book to Orson Scott Card.

Selling lots an lots of books to lots and lots of people.

Meeting all of those people and talking with them about comics.

Tearing my poor voice to shreds talking to so many cool people.

Talking to podcasters about Rapid City.

Being there. Being around so many different people who are so excited about so many different comics. And, being able to get some of them excited about the comics that Im working on.

Getting off of the bus after a long ride home and finding my suitcase full of comics was much lighter than it had been on the outbound leg of the journey.

Sleeping late on Monday!

And, about a thousand other things.

If you are in New York City this weekend and heading to the NYCCon, then stop by the MONOLITH booth and see Josh, Bekah and Matt. They are there this weekend debuting the Rapid City: B-Sides book. The book will be available here through the site sometime this weekend.

In the meantime, enjoy the cover.

We are getting closer and closer to press time.

Slow, laborious, leaps and bounds.

And at every turn, everyone who is not currently the one slogging away is standing just behind that slogger with champagne bottles ready and little party horns in our mouths. And we’re looking at eachother like Dick Clark is counting down. All of our hard work and stress and humbling set-backs have all lead up to this one…

And then the word comes down from the desk!

10 more minutes.

1 more day.

Just a few more hours.

The champagne corks are suffering PTSD disorder from the constant on-duty, off-duty. From constantly being called up, primed and fluffed, and then bing sent back to the shelf with no indication of whether or not the next time would be the real deal, or just another drill. This constant near-elation is exhausting.

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