T Campbell's Blog

Too tired to think clearly, and I think I'm a bit under the weather. This happens to me most Februaries. Something about the change in seasons.

Went to the Super Bowl party thrown by my oldest friend, Beth Fine, and brought delicious goodies. One of Leesburg's little-known treasures is a giant cauldron where a heroic-looking man stirs popping corn together with caramel. It's right by the side of Route 7, and he sells huge bags of the stuff for five dollars. Also brought brownies with water added to the mix by yours truly. Ain't no browniewaterer good as me!

At the party, I met one of those beauties who just stop you dead. I don't have a "type"-- I've found lots of women of different types attractive-- but this one was amazing. Long, flowing hair, tall and slender, cute rectangular glasses, bright smile, infectious laugh. She'd come here with Beth's ex-roommate, Holly, and didn't really know anyone, so I figured I had a shot.

Her name was Kelly, and we really enjoyed talking to each other. She'd just gotten back from Hawaii and spent five years in Boston, so we compared travel notes and culture scene notes as well as notes on following our passions-- she was a forest biologist, specializing in endangered species. By the time the Patriots snatched victory from the jaws of slightly more decisive victory, I was-- not in love, exactly, but I really wanted to see her again.

(No, I hadn't forgotten that my future living space remained up in the air, but you can't let uncertainty keep you from opportunity.)

Not knowing where the hell I'd take her but confident I'd think of something, I invited her out for "an evening of culture."

"You're so sweet!" she grinned. "But you know Holly and I are a couple, right?"

Urrrrrrrrrrrr.

No hard feelings, Kelly! And Holly-- good catch.

So, okay! Back to the career stuff! YEAH!

Done today: Contact with Tokyopop and Bandai Entertainment about editing positions. Long shots for now, but good long-term investments. Finished the pitch and sample dialogue for Locked Rooms, a noir piece about murder, mass suicide and everything I won't miss about the D.C. rooms and housing market. Also pitched a six-issue mini I can't talk about yet.

Strongly considering: Taking a trip to MegaCon, just to rub shoulders with Joe Quesada and suchlike. I've come to realize that while you do need talent, a large part of comics is who you know. And I have webcomics contacts aplenty, but could stand a few more print pals...