This week has been quite an eventful week for me both nice and…not nice. An equal amount of light and darkness has been plaguing me all week.
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The Wall Scroll program is officially underway, and I couldn’t be prouder. I initially designed the program to allow my best mate’s company (Nexus Gaming Alliance) to connect with numerous artist around the country – and maybe the world – and assist with their journey for social and professional exposure.
First things first, Happy Thanksgiving to all of you and a safe Black Friday. I won’t be participating in either holiday because I desperately want some alone time from the world. That, and I don’t like shopping on Black Friday; I prefer Cyber Monday since I don’t have to do a lot of physical store hopping. However, I won’t be participating in that, either. So, move on…
November is starting to be a wickedly splendid whirlwind of projects and stories that need, or will, require my attention. A small portion of my friends are asking for my assistance on their projects and it leaves me in very concerning position. It’s not that I don’t want to help them, it’s that I want to dive into another project with someone that doesn’t share the same level of ambition as me. Some of them I would be willing to do in a heartbeat but others I’m not too sure about. I’m going to have to pray on it and ask the Lord to bestow on me the wisdom to choose properly.
Grand Rapid Comic Con was so surreal for me. It was my first time in Michigan. My first gig at my new job (Final Boss Gaming). My first time creating contacts that were both friendly and professional. And first time leading the charge of the game room. Also, the first time I’m booking my own gig for Final Boss Gaming. First time creating my own program for Final Boss Gaming for indie games. Yeah, a first time for a lot of things and I’m loving it.
Settling into Ohio is still a new concept for me. I mean, I’ve lived in Philadelphia for most of my life. Never knew own of anything else outside of the tristate area except for the occasional convention traveling and tournament hosting. So, Ohio is going to take a little of getting used to for me.
Post-con depression is a harsh and reoccurring mental condition where reality set in after the end of the convention. The more enjoyable the con, the harsher the condition become; it’s very real and it happens to practically everyone. And let me tell you: Post-con depression hit me really hard after NYCC.