The trick to a successful 24 Hour Comics Day is to be a truly bad mofo. You’re into staying awake and drawing like crazy.
There is no easy way about it. You can’t cram for this. You can’t try to do this ahead of time. You just do it.
So, if you’re in a venue with a variety of possibilities, you stake your spot and go from there. I chose to spend a good bit of time at the Sorrento’s Hunt Club.
I also made sure to visit to legendary “haunted” fourth floor. There’s something about room #408. Let me know if you find out. Something happened in there, at least in urban legend.
And, of course, your feet get restless. You get itchy feet and need to wander about a bit. The soles of your feet are crying for stimulation, right? I chose to try the nearby watering hole, The Hideout. Here are a few photos of the men’s room artwork. Pretty cool, huh? Well, definitely above average. Must be the local artist element at work.
The Sorrento Hotel is a wonderful experience from the moment you walk in the door and you’re greeted at the front desk. I think the staff are very courteous and friendly and I find the Sorrento to be so full of character. I love my room. It has a nice view that provides me a catbird’s seat to new arrivals and the activity down below. There’s plenty of room to settle into and a big fancy desk to get to work on.
I’ll have to get some dinner soon. And I’ll settle into the Fireside Room later on and listen to some jazz. I have a good layout already under way with plenty of room for changes and additions, just the way it should be for a 24 Hour Comics Day. And thanks always to Comics Dungeon for their sponsorship. And expect an awesome book to come from all this. You can see some of my previous work here. A page from “The Dog Who Would Be King” was auctioned off this year at the annual Artist Trust Benefit Art Auction.
I live in a neighborhood full of disposable quality goods. It’s a combination of the transitory youthful demographic and some extra money to burn. Welcome to Seattle and my neighborhood of Fremont. I don’t know about where you live, but it is very acceptable to leave items out on the curb with a “FREE” sign or not. People know it’s up for grabs. The other day, it was a Krups coffee maker. I can imagine a hipster couple pondering whether or not to snatch it up:
Hipster dude: Hey, it’s a Krups!
Hipster chick: Yeah, but it’s been out in the rain.
Hipster dude: Sure, but it’s a Krups!
Hipster chick: You’re right. It’s a Krups.
So, they take it home. There’s no obligation to keep it. There have been plenty of items that are taken and then abandoned again. No one seems to consider or much care if the thing, whether an inconveniently tall bookcase or a somewhat outdated laptop, ever gets claimed or if there is a sanitation crew that ultimately picks it up. It’s a nice neighborhood. The stuff always disappears. Sometimes a box of assorted books will take awhile to be picked through. But always, always, the stuff finds a home. I suppose no one has to worry that these cast-offs will take anything away from the surroundings since these are quality goods, everything enveloped in a polite and discrete hue.
With just a little effort, I think, most if not all of these little treasures could be done away in a more proper manner. A yard sale is an option and we have our share of those. There’s always someone moving or someone who has reclaimed their basement. With a little more effort, there’s eBay but I doubt too many of my neighbors want to take the time for that. There’s a yoga class to go to or they are finishing up plans to go to the Himalayas, you just never know. Anyway, it adds to the character of the hood. And who doesn’t like finding a perfectly good night stand from Crate & Barrel, ready to be hauled away, just when you least expect it.