Reign It In


There’s a lesson you need to learn, and learn quickly, as you go out and start doing art shows, book shows, conventions, or get involved in putting together events – the need to reign it in.

What you find, in all of those scenarios, is that you are entering a world that while new to you has existed for a while, and because you are entering it you are suddenly disrupting things.  This doesn’t mean you are trying to do anything bad, or wrong, or will ill intent, but that in all of these areas there is a lot of passion, a lot of investment (personal and financial) and a lot of time has been spent to establish these things and people so as soon as you start joining the party it creates a ripple effect.  And some people will welcome you and others won’t, and you just have to roll with it and understand – the quicker the better – that any poor reception to you and what you do may be simply because you’re new, and not because you are You.  The Arts are very volatile, and things have gotten very compacted.  People don’t look to a great variety of the Arts for entertainment right now and there is not much funding for it so it makes things difficult to find places to sell, promote, and to connect.  You joining the party just makes it that much more compacted.  So there are bound to be some colored feelings towards what you are doing.

The thing is though, people need to get over it.

No one owns the Arts, or any arm thereof. There needs to be new artists, writers, conventions, art shows, movies, music, everything. We need the inspiration and outlet.  We need to keep pushing our universe outward.  An example is that a lot of traditional writers hate/d e-books.  They’re a perversion of the Art.  Well, the market changed.  Tech changed.  People’s needs changed.  And unless we’re willing to let literature and stories disappear we all need to accept that the Times change and we need to evolve with them.  The wise writers stopped fighting and the rest, well, the rest are waiting for the asteroid to finish them off with the rest of the dinosaurs.

With so many of us using social networking to promote, sell, and connect it also makes things much more pressurized because comments are instantaneous, feedback is immediate, and grudges can form and become arguments and spin out of control in a matter of moments.  The temptation to return fire when someone starts calling your work, your professionalism, and what you are doing into question is too strong sometimes to resist.  And once you respond you can easily forget that you’re online, that what you are saying is being seen by the world, and that what may have been a mere disagreement or misunderstanding can suddenly become a caustic war that damages both sides. You get so wrapped up in the pettiness that you lose sight of the bigger picture and that is your reputation.

People pay far more attention to petty squabbles than we think.  Our minor wars that we may get over in a matter hours or days will leave a stain that lasts far longer.  So for the price of our frustration, for the price of letting someone get to us, or for our own hubris in thinking we have the right to attack others we have damaged our own cause.  Perhaps fatally wounding it and all the work you’d done.  And that is what people forget – that the good things we do last but that the bad things seem to last forever.  At least as far as forever can last in this digital age.  Mounting a campaign of hate on someone, what they do, who they are, or what you think they are saying about you will only lead to damaging your own credibility and all of the work you’ve been doing.

Reign it in.

You have to.

The internet and social networking is not the place for vendettas, grudges, or romantic drama. It can’t be because our social networks are our new faces to the world.  That’s why we post happy things, happy pictures, and all of the great things we do in our lives and not the struggles we have, the sadness, the sorrow, and the frustrations.  Sure, some of us are less filtered than others but even then we must be aware of what we’re putting out there.  And that is even more important when it comes to professional work.  A loved one or friend may forgive our temporary madness but the world often will not.  So we must reign it in and always remember that in business of any sort, even in the Arts, you have to treat everyone better than they treat you because you never know when you’ll need a friend, a favor, a job, or a new client.

It’s hard.

It sucks.

But if you can’t keep control of your temper and cannot watch what you put online and out to the world when you are upset then maybe the focus needs to be more on that, and less on what dream projects you may have stirring within.



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How We Got To Where We Went


It feels slightly pompous to act as if putting a horror convention together , a FIRST YEAR horror convention, is anything of great importance and in all honesty, it isn’t THAT important but for those of us directly involved in the long process of doing it it was, and it became our lives. As personal as this story is I really do feel though that the story, as much as can be remembered and told, of how we got to where we ended up warrants telling. At least in part.

We’ll see if you agree.

As I have said before, in older blogs, the dream of doing a convention in Flint, specifically a horror convention, is an old one for me. The dream began in the early nineties with the Fangoria WEEKEND OF HORRORS that happened in Dearborn, Michigan. They did two, and only two, of these shows in Michigan and I went to both and they really deepened my love for the genre and its creators. I loved the atmosphere of unadulterated nerdery and the way we were all embraced by the people who made these films we all loved, as well as the pure ability to get movies, posters, shirts, autographs, all of it in one place and all of it for one thing – horror. I cannot stress enough how important this atmosphere of belonging was. That set the tone for me. I wanted to be around other fans that saw horror movies and loved the story, the effects, the direction, the writing, the acting, loved all of it as much as I did. After that con I attended comic conventions, did comic cons, did a ‘zine, did a magazine, started writing, and started doing other conventions, and got into art and art shows. Every con I did, like it or not,  was always judged against the WEEKEND OF HORRORS and none lived up to it. None save the WORLD HORROR CON felt like friends met and unmet getting together and just enjoying their passions for the genre. And there are other cons, comic, anime, DIY, all manner of cons that will give the fans and people into that stuff the feeling I had at the horror con, I know they are out there, I know they exist, but my feeling had been that they were not in Michigan and certainly not in Flint.

Growing up around Flint and then moving to the downtown several years ago I was shocked at how much passion there was here for horror, Halloween, and for all things weird and creepy. It shocked me that for all the haunted houses we have in the area no one had tried to put together a horror con, something I had seriously wanted to do since the late 1990’s. It just seemed like a natch. It was funny that another spark that lit this fire was when a big horror con was set to finally come to Detroit after we had only had DIY cons put together by Michigan people. Finally a larger scale national show was coming here…until they cancelled that is because essentially the Michigan market was dead. WHAT? Really? I didn’t believe that at all and wanted to prove it, desperately. But all of those thoughts were dreams and like all the dreams I had had that were bigger than me I let the dream of a con go because I had no money, no experience, and no plan. What happened over the years though was that the dream didn’t truly die but sat dormant, waiting for me to return to it when I was ready.

At every con I did or attended I took mental notes of what I liked, didn’t like, what could be changed, should be changed, and what should be added. I don’t know how many times over the years I would complain to friends about how I would have done things differently at this show or that, going so far to tell how I would do things  in reviews of cons in this blog and others. The thing was that I had ALL these ideas but no guts (or resources) to implement them.

That all changed, as things tend to, and changed without me even noticing.

In 2005 I became heavily involved in the arts scene in downtown Flint. I worked with an arts group called the Creative Alliance, I did art shows, I helped put shows together, and I began to really get my stories out and around to people. And getting involved with Flint, with the arts, and with all these impassioned artists  it was like a great fire was lit in my heart and the world was suddenly different. We could do anything. I could do anything, if I’d just give myself a chance to do it. As my dreams returned and new ones formed I realized that it was time for me to focus more on the things I wanted to do and less on what others wanted and felt it was time to see what I could do alone so I eventually I left the arts group and began working on my own projects and art shows, working with other friends who were just as passionate about Flint as I was but who were not otherwise involved. Together we built a base for other indie art shows to build on and we did it in ways the bucked an established system and network of contacts that had existed for years. And we had our stumbling blocks, had our first huge show fall apart under the stresses of balancing friendship with a working relationship, but in the end it was the seeds of those ‘guerilla’ shows that the convention truly sprang from. It was from being around other creative people, amazing people who didn’t wait for others to do events but who did them themselves that inspired me the most. Seeing what others could do made me question why I wasn’t doing more.

So I had a network of friends I could trust, and who were as passionate as I was, I had a plan, or the seeds of one, and the last piece fell in to place early in 2011 – money. When all was said and done and I looked at my tax return I realized I would have eight hundred dollars more coming back than I had before and it was money I could do whatever I wanted with. Needless to say I was thrilled at this concept and a million thoughts formed as to what I should do with the money. All of those ideas boiled down to two in the end –
1. Go out of town to another horror convention, a big one, and try to sell some art and books.
2. Do a horror convention in Flint.

There were pros and cons to both. I really wanted to focus on my writing and art more and wanted to give myself a chance to reach a different market and different people, hoping to create a buzz that as yet hadn’t existed. I truly believe in my writing and just feel that if I can figure a way to get it out to more people then perhaps I”ll move more books and start to get my work out more. The problem though was that for the grand-ish of money I spent I would never re-coup that. I would have fun, I was sure, but I wouldn’t re-coup that money at the con which would just make me regret doing it in the first place.

With doing a convention here, sheesh, where do I begin? How do you find guests? How would we pay for guests? Travel? Venue? Promo? And would people even care if we did do one?

With both ideas what kept coming back to me was why not? Why not do one here? Why not try? Heck, time and again we or others had proven that there was a lot of interest here in the arts when people would consistently call Flint a Blue Collar town and act as if we’re all uneducated louts. Who knew what could be done here if no one tried it And so I made the choice, I would do that con, and that changed everything. I immediately confided in my girlfriend and my friends Justin and and we began spit-balling the where, when, and who of it all. We really wanted to do it that year so we focused on October, thinking that since it was February we had plenty of time to plan and put together this thing. I know, we were optimists. Next we needed to figure out WHO? The first person who came to mind was our good friend Mac, who is better known as Wolfman Mac and who we had met a few years earlier on the set of his syndicated show. (Side note, Mac is one of the nicest, most welcoming and gracious people I have ever met. I read a short piece in a Detroit free paper about his new show that mixed old B-horror films with weird horror skits and immediately tracked him down and wrote him a ‘fan’ letter, which he responded to by inviting me down to his studio to watch a taping. WHA? Ever since he has been a great friend to me and he was someone I wanted involved with this.) Mac was extremely excited by the prospect of the convention and began looking at his schedule to see when he was free. October was his busiest month but he thought the 8th looked good so we focused our attention on October 8, 2011. We had other ideas for guests but wanted to find a venue first, now that we had a date and a main attraction (initially Mac was going to do a live version of his show, something he does in Detroit and we felt he could translate here. He was going to hang out for the day then do a live show/movie to cap the event) and now we needed a venue.

By this time the group’s core was me, Geary, Justin, and our friend Steve. We had all loved horror, loved cons, and all wanted to do something like this in the area. Each of us brought something different to the table and each of us had different ways to help and promote the con. We were a really well put together team and each with our own ideas to add. I remember our first meetings where the sky was the limit. We could do anything. We just needed to figure out what we wanted to do specifically.

While we looked for a venue we learned that another Flint group was doing a horror themed event the same day as the convention and I was thrilled. They had done their event a few times and were established and we were the new kids but it seemed like it was only natural to partner up and with Mac serving as bait to link us I began an email conversation with the other group. We were immediately met with skepticism by the people in charge of the other event and with attitude and immediately they wanted more info about us, and who we were than they would give about what they were doing. I was ok with this, despite the misgivings of the others, because it just made sense to work together and not against one another.  Having two horror events on the same day, in the same city, that were not even going to acknowledge one another just seemed petty and silly. We needed to work together. This would not prove to be the case though as again and again I was rebuffed by the other group, who felt they were too far along in their planning to partner up, and finally it reached the point of childishness when they cut all ties to Mac, who knew these people and had worked with them in the past. It was felt that he had chosen sides against them. I was mortified and repulsed and was finally done and walked away from the notion of working together and we focused on our event. It might look weird not to be working together but better that than selling your soul and the soul of your event for nothing so we moved on and went back to focusing on the venue.

From early on we  knew how we wanted this to be set – vendor/guest room, and a movie room, the general layout of a convention these days. That was the plan and that was how we approached venues. I began asking friends for ideas of venue and looked at some places online and it was not easy finding spaces we could rent for $800. Now that there were four of us that were heavily involved there was talk of some of the others putting money in for a venue if the need arose so we started narrowing our focus. We came up with a spot in downtown Flint we wanted and it seemed perfect. It was a banquet/conference center and was big, looked great, and they wanted to work with us. Best of all they would work within our budget.
We were amazed and excited at once.

I sat down and fleshed out a deal with the conference center for two rooms to be combined and used as a movie room and we would use the open hallways for vending, something the booking person at the venue suggested. Great. We also were going to rent a side room and see if Tom Sullivan, a friend of Geary’s, would come and set up the entire Evil Dead museum in there. I was so excited with how easy it was to work with the conference center, how willing they were to work with us that I put the deposit down and we began soliciting other guests. Tom Sullivan signed on, as did artist Mark Bloodworth and with Mac we had a good core. We then began mulling names for our convention and logos. We really, really, REALLY wanted a clever name for the convention. We all struggled over it for a while, going through a lot of possibilities that never quite worked but the best and easiest thing was what we first came up with – Flint Horror Con. It was simple and to the point. Perfect. Next was the logo. I really thought an axe and chainsaw crossed would be awesome as a logo but while no one outright hated the idea it didn’t feel right so Steve, a really talented artist, took a crack at it and came up with two chainsaws crossed . We loved it. While we loved it though it wasn’t really right until another guy, a graphic designer friend named Marcus, took the art and added circles around the ‘saws, then added a distressed look that sold the whole thing. That was when, for us at least, it was perfect.

Now that we were really moving on some things we set up the Facebook page and started leaking info. We were stunned by the immediate response. We had never known what people would say to the notion of a Flint based horror convention but wow, so many people added us and began getting excited for the idea of what we were trying to do that it really solidified our resolve and made us really want to make this something special. So while Steve began working on the website I began nailing things down with the venue…something that would never really happen.

Everything we had agreed upon was torn apart not a few weeks later when I got a frantic and rude call that they needed to move us because they were booking the available spaces around us, they also needed to know our times, something we had not worked out yet, and when we did give them times were told that would not work – that they only rented in four hour blocks. WHAT? We had just started to discuss whether we should rent more space as we were putting the feelers out for vendors and now they were trying to move us and screw us around. We worked the times out and I took the move well enough, we all did, but it was the way they were booking around us that troubled me. The space we were gong to use for vendors, the halls, were being chewed up, as were the tables we were told we could use. Suddenly this location wasn’t so ideal. We had already announced a date and the venue and had printed up promo material so we didn’t want to pull away from that but it was becoming clear that the waters were changing. After we changed our spaces we approached the venue about more space, possibly renting the large convention hall area which we were lead to believe we might get for a little less than their cost since we had already been inconvenienced. What we were quoted was that the biggest space there could cost us anywhere from $1500 to nothing, depending on the whims of the chef, who was the last word on space rental negotiations. We had to speak to him though. Frustrated but resolute I made an appointment to meet him – two weeks away. Suddenly we were getting into April and had not been able to really move forward on things. While we were getting a lot of vendor interest in our one day show – something I felt necessary since I just don’t think Flint is ready for a two day show yet – but I didn’t want to take people’s money without things more solid on our end. It just felt wrong. The day before the meeting I got a call to re-confirm it and things were right on course…until the next day when I got a call from the booking person to cancel because the chef wasn’t available. Ok, so I made another appointment that summarily got cancelled again. Beyond frustrated I went to the property owners and sent them an email, pleading our case and building a case against the booking person, who had gone from very helpful to rude, condescending, and inconsiderate. The response we got was essentially – if you don’t have the money for the space then you will have to go somewhere else.

Money and nothing else. That was what this all came down to, like so much other stuff in Flint. Money.

After my email I got a call from the booking person, very unhappy with me and this was when things reached a head. They were very indignant and rude and I had had enough of their attitude and games and requested my deposit back. We had already discussed in our group what the plan was if things didn’t work out here and had been told from the outset by the booking person that the deposit was refundable. PHEW! Cut to the phone call and the person INSISTING they had never said that and that the deposit was not refundable going so far as to call me Christopher, as if they were my parent and scolding me. Mind you, we were six months out from this event and the deposit wasn’t refundable. What? I was outside of the downtown Flint bus terminal after just getting a pop for lunch and was starting to have a meltdown on the phone. These people didn’t really think they were going to keep my money did they? Things came to a head and we both got very angry and the contact told me they would speak to the chef and see what he said and they’d contact me later. I was fuming. Enraged. We had worked so hard on things and had begun the long work of getting the word out and getting people booked and here it was all falling apart right before our eyes. If I didn’t get the money back I felt like we were sunk. So we waited, we waited, we waited until I got a call telling me I could come pick up the deposit as soon as I was able.


Now, it wasn’t a real victory but it was a start. It was a good sign. I retrieved the money, was far nicer than I had reason to be – kill ‘em with kindess, as they say – and then the real work had to begin.

Where the hell were we gonna do this thing now?

The next several months were pretty bleak ones for the con. There was still a lot of excited talk of guests we’d like to pursue (reality sets in once you begin to see appearance fees and all that) and ideas for how we could put it all together but in essence we were stalled out. Without a venue we couldn’t book vendors, and without vendor fees we couldn’t book guests, and without guests we couldn’t entice fans to come out or get sponsors. The days became months and soon the summer was on us and there was no movement. We looked into several venues but as we’d get deeper into negotiations talk would turn to money and the money was always far more than we had. Anyone we approached about sponsorship rebuffed us because no one had money. Well, not quite everyone. A college was interested, very interested, and I even met with some of their people and students hoping to get the convention there as well as a sponsorship in place. We negotiated until September when I was finally told that there were no more funds and that the convention wouldn’t work on their campus. There was one sponsor though that stood up and was almost as excited as we were and that was our friend Amy Warner from Sweet Harvest Bakery, one of the first people to really believe in us and champion us. She pledged support from the outset and stood by that and went far above what we could ever have asked at the con but in July, we were a million miles from doing a convention. The website and Facebook had not been updated save to tell people info was coming and we would go add the new people but that was it. I had gotten a lot of emails from people interested in the convention, one of them from Ken Sagoes who had played ‘Kincaid’ from A Nightmare on Elm Street 3, and all of these people were interested in the convention only, what was there to say?
Uh, uh, uh…we’ll get back to you.

It got embarrassing.
I was confronted at the Motorcity Comic Con by a potential vendor who wanted an update in May and I was embarrassed that we were stuck where we were. I felt responsible. It was my big idea, my dream, and here it was floundering and by the time Summer was inching toward a close it was dying. I did my best to keep everyone together, and to keep everyone believing but the hope was running out. Kids, I am not an optimist but I play at one really well sometimes but it’s hard to hold onto hope in the face of odds that were not just overwhelming but which were becoming insurmountable. Time was against us and money was no ally. If we had money nothing would be an issue but we didn’t, we had my eight hundred bucks and a lot of high hopes and that was about it.

We had inquired at places, had emailed places, had looked into everything that made sense and we were down to few cards to play. It was the end of July and I promised myself, and the other guys, that if something didn’t give by August we would let it go. There would just not be enough time to put things together. It was suggested we let it go this year and focus on next year and I refused. We couldn’t announce, come out all guns blazing and promoting this thing then cancel and hope people cared about our next attempt. Too many people do that and it drives me crazy. It is sketchy and dishonest.  And my feeling was that if we didn’t do it this year I had other things I needed to do with the money. It was now or never.

Out of other options a friend recommended we talk to the Downtown Flint Masonic Temple. I loved the venue but had looked into the space before as a spot for my girlfriend’s surprise 30th birthday a couple years back and it was out of our price range but figured I’d ask just in case. There were not many other places to try. I sent them an email and they got back to me immediately and I set up a time to go in and meet them. The place was beautiful and they were willing to work with us on price, heck, more than that, they were willing to help sponsor and promote us, the comic paper they did there at least ( Flint Comix). Suddenly we could rent two of the floors for the con and we could afford it. I was stunned and went back to the guys to tell them we were close. We were so close. The fly in the ointment came when we learned that if we wanted to do it there we’d have to move the date. And if we moved the date we lost the guests we had but better to lose the guests and keep the event was what I figured.

I went back to the guys to plead my case. I knew it wasn’t ideal, that we would have to start over, but I felt we could do it. Steve and Justin didn’t feel like they could ride the roller coaster any longer and chose to walk away – they had other projects to work on, things to focus on, and it was time to let me and Geary see what we could do with this. I turned to two friends and asked their advice – what do I do? My friend Messy told me not to give up but to really weigh things and to get advice from someone who had dome this before. And there i was – Do I go on or let it go? My friend Charles Shaver said to me – go for it. I smiled. I went to Geary and presented the case and immediately he told me he was in and we were gonna do it. He was as confident as scared as I was and that was what I needed.

The clouds broke.

We had all lived under this horrible darkness and uncertainty for so long, the four of us, and the clouds finally broke. For two of us it was the freedom of not being saddled with an event they could no longer pour themselves into and for me and Geary, it meant we could finally see what we could do.

Things moved pretty fast after that. With the new venue confirmed, a date confirmed, and a deposit down, we had to rebuild this. We hit Facebook hard and re-announced the con and put the new date out there and now we needed to get some guests. Each of the guests we had confirmed previously couldn’t do the new date so we started looking at the in-box and lo and behold we had a lot of great local and regional people interested in coming out and being a part of this thing so we began booking. Then Mac proved again why I hold him in such high esteem. Knowing what we’d gone through for the con he felt awful not being able to be there and he called me to talk to me about it. He wanted to see what he could do. He worked his calendar like only a wolfman can and was able to find time early in the day to come out for the con. Then someone asked whether Tom Sullivan was still going to make it. Geary is friends with Tom but wasn’t having luck getting through to him so I sent Tom a message on Facebook and he immediately agreed to come out. Things were starting to turn around. I kept hitting the PR side and Geary worked guests and volunteers. As we began releasing names the vendors got interested again and we got flooded with interest for the vending. My plan of a low cost show and low cost vendor fees was paying off, now we just needed to make sure we kept OUR costs do to make it all work. We had a lot of guests interested in coming out but it all came down to money and risk and reward – if we spend X on this person will we get Y in return for that investment? Someone I was determined to book was actor Ken Sagoes, who had been a supporter and friend since our first contact and he was someone I felt we owed it to to bring out. Slowly the pieces began falling into place. While we were not getting monetary sponsors we were getting a lot of places wanting to work with us and willing to do in-kind sponsorships, which in many ways was far more valuable to us. The biggest break came in monetary support from author Heather Brewer who became our only financial backer outside of us and who, just at seeing what we were trying to do in an area she had once called home, was willing to support and encourage us. That last boost really helped create what would become Flint Horror Con 2011. She believed in us and didn’t really even know us. It was an amazing gesture and one that strengthened our resolve.

With the support we were getting there was also an overabundance of interest from artists and filmmakers and I hated turning people down, we just didn’t have space to fit everyone into the con. Thus rose Art Fear – a name that came from my landlord Joel Rash, who is damn clever for that one – and It Came From The Kiva! I began to gather all these great artists and filmmakers and asked if they would let us showcase their work at lead in events and they all graciously accepted and that allowed us to spread what was a one day con into one full day and two nights. We had always talked about doing lead in events of some sort, our indie art mentality coming into play here, and it worked, and it showed how much fun you can do if you are open to ideas in how you put these things together.

The support we found was so amazing that all of those months of work, all of those sleepless hours where we doubted the convention and ourselves was suddenly worth it. All of it. And when friend after friend volunteered to work the convention for hours and hours to help us, when the guests told us time and again how much fun they were having and how happy they were to have come out, and when the vendors told us the same everything came into focus. This was our dream but it was one shared with so many people, share BY so many people that the dream was no longer ours alone but was everyone’s who came to believe in it.

I cannot say enough how honored and lucky I feel to have the friends and support that I had and this con had as we put it together and put it on. So many people gave their time and volunteered with us, promoted us, and encouraged us that without them, without the trust of our guests and vendors, without the faith our sponsors had in us, and without the support of our friends and family this never would have happened. It was not perfect. There are things we can tweak, can improve, and given the chance we will. For now I am happy with what we did, and what we built, and am willing to leave the future to the future. A day will come to look at 2012 but it is not today and I am thankful for that. Whatever lies ahead though, I know that we can tackle it because we have already done the seemingly impossible – we lived a dream and shared it, and that’s pretty rare indeed.

Here’s to 2011!
Now gimme a sec before we talk Flint Horror Con 2012.

(My books, art, and stuff —-> MEEP!

Motorcity Nightmares 2011 – In Pictures


Motorcity Nightmares 2011, The Con That Was


Phew, another Monday and another convention over. And it’s weird, when you are late in the day Sunday you are dying for it to be over, wanting to get a full night of sleep, to get some food in you, and to get back home to relax but when it’s over you miss it. You miss the excitement, you miss the people, you miss the vendors. You really miss the vendors because there are so many great people there that you get to know through the weekend and it’s wonderful. It’s wonderful because these people, strangers at first, can become good friends and allies as you both are trying to make a career out of a passion, or at least to make your passion more profitable. And I tell you what, as a teenager watching movies at home in my bedroom I never would have thought I would meet some of the horror icons I have, nor that I would be at a place where being around them is commonplace. So strange. So neat. That is why I love these things. I love them for the adventure of it.

As much as I love these shows though there is hate with it, and I will get to both.

The thing about doing shows, any sort of show, is that you have to weigh cost versus reward. You have to say to yourself – is the investment into the spot in this show, and that could be a table or just a place to set up shop, worth the money? Is there enough reward in it? I know I would do a lot more shows if I had the money to do them. For me, every time I do a show it gets me, my face, my art, and most importantly my books out there. Even if I don’t sell anything it puts my name in someone’s head. Alas, most conventions are upping their prices to the point where you all but have to be a professional to do them. I can see why, the costs are rising, and to get the big names is costing more, but in so doing that they are losing the up and coming people. Personally, as much as I like the bigger names, as far as the vendors and such, I love the indie people. They still do what they do for the love, and for the fans. The bigger you get the more it becomes about money, not always but too often. Without that mix the fans, and the show, lose the personality, and the fun. Celebs too often are aloof, and the pros are interested in the money, so the fans are basically treated as cattle. That’s no fun. But, yeah, so cost vs. reward. Sadly a lot of the conventions are going to expensive which makes someone like me have to make some hard, hard decisions. Among those is not necessarily being able to do another Motorcity Nightmares show. The vendors are fun, and the show is getting better but I know I just can’t legitimize spending more when I am not getting more. Unless they really brought in people that wanted books and authors and were interested in that I cannot keep spending more and more. Having said that though, this was the best show of the three years they have had them though.

I love that this year they got celebs that really appreciated the fans and were warm and friendly. On the last day I went around and said hello and thanked a few of them for being there just because I am a fan, and I love the work of these people and I appreciate that they wanted to be there. That means the world to me as a vendor and as a fan. And I love meeting the vendors. So many talented, fun people, it’s great to talk to them and get to know them over the weekend. The fans can be pretty awesome too. Many are there for the celebs, and that is understandable, but as the days wear on you do get to meet some great people who are willing to take a chance on us indie people, and that is great. Means the world to me. The layout of the show was definitely bigger this year and it helped to make it feel much more roomy and more like an event. And the bigger you make the show feel, the bigger the show is. I like that there were movies going on all weekend. I wish they had bigger movies but understand and appreciate that this is about indie movies, and that’s fine. Be fun to see some of the films the guests were in…though that may not be viable/legal. And I will say that the guy they got to just dress in different costumes and wander around the con was great. Very, very good stuff and he added a lot.

I think what bothered me was the pricing. I hemmed and hawed over getting a table for a while and when I did I got an email that day telling me I could get the table for less. It was too late, I had sent my money, and the only offer I was given was that I would get a ‘prime spot’. Well, I didn’t. I got the same spot as other people who paid less than me and had to have people set up behind me selling used books, used CDs, and novelty Halloween crap. The good thing was that it put me next to some awesome people that were fun to hang with all weekend but to know I was promised something and didn’t get it bothers me. Could I have nagged them? Sure, but I shouldn’t have to. That is the kind of thing where you note it on the sheet of where people will sit and you make sure they do right by you. I have a friend who signed on later than I did and dicker and dealt his way into paying less and getting a genuinely prime spot. That really bothers me. The thing that really gets me too is that several of the guests canceled their appearance and were never mentioned on the Facebook or website so that fans who came to see those people were cheated out of that experience. I cannot believe that five professionals canceled at the last second so it’s a cheat to fans to not tell them these people were not going to be there. They have done it before and every time they do this at the show they harm their credibility.

The after party stuff is fun but just not for me. It’s a part of these shows that I just don’t do well at. I don’t mingle well, I don’t drink, and drunken shenanigans get old to me. Same goes for the hotel having a bar outside of the show. I dig people want to drink but as a vendor I hate trying to compete with liquor because I will always lose that battle.

Overall a very fun weekend and a definite step forward for this convention (Michigan’s only horror con until this Fall) but not one I can see myself repeating. With one last major book to be released before I stop releasing indefinitely I have to think long and hard on whether I want to do this show again. Next year is about getting the books out there and making a last push, and I am not sure I can do it at Motorcity Nightmares, not for the price they have. They need to really work on making the vendors feel wanted and necessary. Too many empty tables to warrant the price I paid, for sure.
Time will tell.

Pictures from the con to come.

Manners, Manners!


Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear my friends, it really seems as if we have lost touch with some basic manners these days and it’s awfully disconcerting. I understand that we all forget from time to time to be polite, to consider the feelings of others and some of the other simple things that, in the heat of the moment or when we’re not paying attention we forget. But, just because we forget doesn’t mean that we should have, or have the right or reason to make a habit of this forgetfulness. Sometimes we make a decision to forget, and there’s the rub.

So, as I have mentioned about a half a million times, I have been doing art shows and conventions of one variety or another for a very long time, and in the past few years I have noticed a definite decline in manners. First it came with my books -

What is that?

Why do you write horror?

I don’t like horror.

On and on, and ok, that’s cool, it’s dispiriting but ok. It got worse when I started taking my art with me to shows and I started hearing how juvenile my style is. Or there are the disapproving head shakes. Some are even bold enough to tell me they don’t like the art. And it’s insane. It’s insane to think that these strangers are telling me how they think something I poured my heart into, something I spent hours working on, something I had to talk myself into showing is not worthwhile to them. Whhhhhat? Who ever said it was about ‘you’? Art is totally a ‘feel’ it thing, and if you feel it cool, if not, well, cool. Ya get over the idea that everyone is going to love what you are doing pretty early on or else you’re in for a lot of heartache, but nothing prepares you for the utter disdain you find in the gazes and comments of some people. I mean, can they imagine how it would be if someoen came to them and did the same things at their work, or on something they were passionate about?

Well, they don’t think about that, and that’s the problem.

To too many people what I and every other artist, writer, and creator out there are doing is not ‘work’, it is not a ‘job’, it is a hobby, and we tend to hold many of the hobbies of others in great disdain. We hold ourselves and our opinions in such high esteem, either honestly or as a way to stave off doubts we have in ourselves, but we seem to hold the opinions of others, especially people whose opinions differs from our own as if they are all but worthless. Art shows and convetions seem to really bring out the worst in people when it comes to this. People begin to feel as if they have the right to tell you they think you’re work is crap because they are doing you a favor by being there and looking at it in the first place. There’s this odd sense of entitlement when it comes to art where each person is an expert and their opinion is needed. Maybe they feel as if they are helping us, giving us unasked for tips. Or maybe it’s plan, old, simple meanness.

What it is though, really, beneath the glaze, it’s nastiness. We need to realize that behind every book, every movie, every song, every piece of anything created is a person or are several people who toiled over that work and were passionate about it and we need to remember that. Heck, there are LOADS of things I don’t even just dislike but outright hate but I try to be fair about it and I tell you what, if I was face to face with someone whose work I didn’t like I would certainly not make sure they knew how I felt. Why? Because it’s the decent thing to do. Unless someone asks us, they probably don’t need or want our opinion. We all like to get good feedback, that’s the ego in all of us, but what use is negative feedback unless it’s asked for or in the right place and time. For some reason we just don’t get that. We don’t get that our words, our nastiness can infect someone and make them stop doing something they love. It happened to me when I was a kid, when a bitter teacher told me I was no aritst. I essentially gave up art for over ten years. How sad and ridiculous is that?

All of us, whoever we are and whatever do deserve the respect to do what we do in peace. We are not always going to like, or appreciate, or even respect what the next person is doing but they deserve the same that we do, and that’s to be left the heck alone. Sure, you can have your opinion and you can tell others about it, but have the common decency to shut the heck up when you’re in front of the person because who are you to spit on someone’s dream?


Play Nice


   When it comes to doing arts shows and conventions there are a lot of things that can bring down the whole feel of the thing and that throws cold water on things. There is a real big one that has of late begun to nag at me and that is the bitterness between shows and it drives me crazy.

   Having done a great variety of shows I get where you have to promote and take care of your show, and when money is on the line it makes things all the more important. Ya hate to lose your money but losing someone else’s is far worse. What drives me nuts lately though is this needless bitterness and rivalry between shows. For me, it just comes off as tacky and small. Chances are, whatever you are doing and what someone else is doing are different enough that you can both be successful. If you are in direct competition then make sure your show is as well done as possible. Worry about what you are trying to do, not what they are doing.

   The lack of professionalism, and the utter bitterness you see is so disheartening as a fan and someone who attends this stuff. Heck, ya can’t be omniscent and know every show, and every deadline, and every announcement but you can make sure the way you handle your business is done professionally. Making fun of or talking trash about the competition just makes you look bad. I know when we did our art shows we just put together the most interesting and unique show we could and let the rest work itself out, and that is how it should be.

   For me, any personal feelings have to go on hold when it comes to show and I need to root for everyone. We want success. We want to foster a fanbase for art or comic or horror or any kind of show. We want the patrons to have funs and the artists to make money. Sure, ya don’t have to like the other people or their shows if you don’t want to but you should always root for them because success breeds success, and failure breeds failure.

It is a shame that we fail to see the bigger picture so often because in the end we are in this together. We are always in it together and the last thing I hope I catch myself doing is pulling for someone else to fail, just so it will make things easier for me.
Uh, no thanks, on that I will pass.

The Con Game 2 – The Outsider


The Con Game 2 – The Outsider

I think most people, should they head to a convention for something and not be a fan they’d feel like an outsider. I mean, if you go to a Star Trek con and don’t know who Data is then you will probably feel a bit out of your element. It doesn’t mean you won’t enjoy yourself but it doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun, just not as much as the people who are the big fans there. Over the years I have been to a lot of conventions, both as a vendor/artist and as a fan, and while I didn’t always fit in, I never felt out of place. The feeling that I wasn’t out of place though changed this weekend when I went to Youmacon, a big anime convention in Detroit, with my girlfriend and her brother, who is the anime fan. Youmacon is a huge fan event that is more about the fans than the guests or celebs and you can tell. See, I am used to attending conventions that are either all about their profits or that want to be about the fans but don’t go the extra mile. Not so at Youmacon. Again, I came there as an outsider and didn’t participate in the core of the weekend – the masquerade, the panels, the games, but from the outside looking in it sure looked like the fans were having a good time. I am not used to seeing a convention inhabit so much of a hotel that they were on 1. several floors and 2. had all but full run of the place. I am used to the weird looks given to fans by the hotel, or the condescension. Heck, here they had a Youmacon band playing in the open lounge that is part of the lobby. Pretty boss. Pretty surprising.

It isn’t fair to judge a con just by walking around it. I didn’t get a feel for what was done wrong and can only say what I saw that was done right, but I can give my impression, that’s fair. What made me angry was that our regional comic and also the horror convention are leagues behind what the people at Youmacon are doing. Sure, it would be cool to see more celebs there but, honestly, I am guessing it’s a bit harder to get them since a lot of them, but again, it seems like this convention is more about the fans and catering to them. What that seems to mean is giving them more interactive events, workshops, and gatherings and just more ways for them to interact. It drove me nuts to see how this convention embraced the uniqueness of the fans and made them feel welcome. The only jerks I ran into were really the vendors, who are, as a friend put it, basically carnies for conventions. Otherwise, the people seemed ok, I mean, you get the usual snobs, the weirdoes, and the ultra-geeks but shoot, those are at every con I have ever been to. All in all, a pretty impressive showing.

Which is not to say it was perfect. Gah, that was a confusing convention. For something that big and spread out they needed signs, a lot of them to direct you. And people to direct you, for sure. Oh, and phew, this, like all other cons anymore, was so pricy, so so pricy. Yipes. From an outsider’s view though, I admired the passion put into the show and the fun that people had. Too often I go to conventions and the people working it are jerks, the people running it think they know best, and either it’s too much emphasis on the immediate ‘WOW, look at the guests!’ and too little on the experience. You spend so much money going to conventions that it’s nice to have a reason not just to go but to stay. That’s where the vendors make the money – when the guests stick around and wander around a few times because they are waiting for other things to start that they want to do. The comic based cons I have done are all about – get them in, get them through, and get them out. The horror con wanted to keep people around but didn’t offer enough reasons to keep them there. So what did I learn from going to Youmacon as an outsider? That there are still some cons that care about the fan and want to make sure they are happy. I tell you what though, seeing how many come here, it’s crazy to think that the comic cons don’t cater more to the anime fans. Crazy. OH, and the fan among us had a great time, so there ya go, the best thing I could say.

Motorcity Comic Con 2010 Day 3


And, it’s over. Take down the banners, put away the tables, and take a bow kids ‘cause the whole show is over. Phew.

Sunday is usually a drag of a day because it’s the slowest of the days, the end of a long weekend, and by this time I tend to be under-slept and over-sugared. Seriously, it’s like going to some sort of camp, this weekend – you eat for crap, act a fool, and are usually mauled by a bear. Or at least a furry.

The day began as a disaster for me and looked bleak but two book sales and the sale of a painting, both sales within fifteen minutes of one another, really turned the day around – and allowed me to buy a zombie toy. YAY!

Sundays are usually a great day to talk to people. The guests, famous and not, are tired and ready for the weekend to be over and are usually open for a conversation. Two big comic book names that were there were wandering around speaking to other artists and it was really great to see. Some amazing costumes again today, but not as many as yesterday. People on Sunday are out for the bargains, which they will find more times than not. I love the buzz that you get from this place when it’s ‘right’. You see how excited people are to meet an artist or celeb they admire, and it’s great.

The lameness of the day came from a neighboring table, which was held by a shrew of a girl I have seen at the con for years and years and years. For some reason she decided that a patron from the previous day that had come to her table and spoken to her was ‘creepy’ and ‘weird’ and went to great pains to tell all who would listen about the person. It was utterly uncalled for and ridiculous to make fun of people at a comic con for being who they are. Are there creeps? Boy are there ever. Creeps are a dime a dozen at these things, wanting to get as close to girls as they can.  But jeepers, this is a place where we can all fly our freak flags, and to act as if you are better than anyone else is a bit absurd.Lest we forget, we are not there, at these things, were it not for the impassioned (and oft-times smelly) people who come to the shows. We are all nerds here, so let’s have some darn solidarity! We all, every person on the earth, pokes fun at people from time to time, but there is a fine line between acknowledging the absurdity of people and making someone a target of bullying, whether they are there before you or not. This girl is the reason I don’t like cons all the time. Her awful attitude and sense of entitlement. Drives me nuts. I live for the few people that like what I do. I don’t really have ‘fans’ per se so I LOVE when people want to talk to me and get into my stuff. It’s what keeps me going. She’d be well to remember that.

It was a good con overall but there really has become too much of an emphasis on nude and Playboy models. Get them, sure, but only after you have pursued cult actors and others that may be a draw. There needs to be just…well, MORE. I hated, as a fan, knowing that I did everything while I was there. You’d rather people left wanting more, knowing they didn’t get a chance to do everything. That’s the fun. And get the celebs and artists out from behind the tables and interacting in some capacity.

It was a fun show, and one of the better ones I have had. I had a great time, talked to a lot of wonderful people, and met a rad writer I admire. The heck of it is that, for me, I dunno that it makes sense to do the shows any more. Fiction (red:non-picture) books are not what people are interested in there, and my art, for the interest it got at times, just doesn’t seem to work there. I really need to learn to promote though, seriously. That is what I need to work on. The books are good, but I am just a rough person to sell them because I am so close to them. For as much as a table costs, for as much as the ticket price is, I want more. Heck, as a person with a table I want a free show shirt, darn it. Gimme a shirt!

We shall see what the future holds on that front but for me, I am glad the weekend is over, and am back to promoting the books and art and move ever forward.

If you got here, to my blog-ranch, via the convention and were interested in my books or art, point yer mousey to the right there and you can find out more about me, my art, and my books, and will hopefully find something of interest.

Thanks for stopping by.


The Meep Sheep – $12

This Beautiful Darkness – $10


Motorcity Nightmares Day 3 (wrap-up and thoughts)


So closes the Motorcity Nightmares convention of 2010, and with it came some very harsh realities, the harshest being that if I am going to do conventions, I need to choose them better. See, I have been doing cons for years because, as an indie artist and writer you have to get your work in front of people and there are very few avenues available to you to do that. Conventions give you an audience with money and with an eye for something interesting and off the beaten path…usually. What I have been finding over the past three years though is that people are a lot tighter with money. I mean, I tell them that a painting, a small one, is ten dollars and I get a long sigh and an ‘oh’. We don’t value art as much as we value say, an autograph. It is what it is.  But these smaller shows, as much fun as they are, just have not done it for me. The last MCN I made some decent dough, this one was all but a bust though, and I just invest too much money in getting a table to be able to do that anymore.

So how was the last day, and the convention in general?

Today was pretty rough for me, I won’t lie to you. It was a slow day in general, Kane Hodder and Tom Savini took early exits so there were less guests, and the overall feel was that this turkey was cooked. The day got bad for me when a guy whose work I and a friend admire (he does some prop work for a friend’s television show) and who we both had had good dealings with before but today he decided it was a swell time to berate my work in front of me. He felt compelled to tell me how he ‘didn’t get it’ and that it looks like the work of grade-schoolers. He was very unimpressed. I was stunned, as was my girlfriend, and all I could think to say was – ‘well, that’s a shame because I am a grown man, and that’s my style’. He didn’t quite get that I was unamused, for some reason. It was stupid and petty but sadly, he had said the same, essentially, the day before as had another cohort of his. I am just stunned that someone would take the trouble to confront someone with the fact that they don’t enjoy the person’s work. Especially shocking was that this came from a guy that 1. I had met and spoken to and that 2. works on the weirder side of entertainment. Just dumb, all the way around. It took a lot out of me though, his comments. Thankfully I made a few sales after that – a couple books, some buttons, and a painting to a friend – but better was the pep talk my friend Mac of Wolfman Mac fame gave me. He told me about some crummy experiences he had had (even during the weekend) and to hang in there. Once again he proved why me, Mandie and our friend Justin adore him so.

The day was long, but I spoke to some fun people, and it ended an hour early for us, so that was good.

But how was the show overall?

Since the economic downturn in the country and in Michigan specifically it’s been made clear that things are not as they once were. As far as the entertainment community seems to feel, Michigan is dead. We get fewer concerts, and for sure get less pop culture events. Knowing this, I admire the hell out of the people behind Motorcity Nightmares. These are people passionate about horror and their state, and who are trying to bring something neat here that we just don’t get. Outside of these shows the last horror con I remember was in 1991. There was a big one set to come here last year and it was cancelled due to their deciding it wasn’t economically feasible. It cannot be easy to put a convention together and I admire anyone who can pull it off. Last year’s show had to be pushed back, leading many to believe there would not be another show but to their credit they pulled together a show for 2010, against the odds.

As much as I admire the work and passion to put this together though, I have definite issues with the show as a whole.

When looking at the whole of the event, it was decent, but far from great. The guests that were there were fun, approachable, and had a good time with the fans and one another. The vendors were hit and miss but most were very polite and affable. I still don’t understand the indie filmmakers that have attitudes as if they are something special, especially in an environment where they are surrounded by their peers. The show was not really overrun by fans at all but many of those I saw had a good time. The film rooms were much improved, and the added variety was great. And I admire the hell out of the celebs that stayed for the whole show. I respect people who, having signed a contract, stick out the show and make the best of it. That’s the sign of a true professional.

Some issues cannot fall on the shoulders of the promoters and that is celebs canceling or not showing. Much like the first year a major guest canceled on them and then another one, a minor horror host, never showed. What bothered me here was that there was no mention of these facts on the show’s website or their Facebook page, which is pretty crummy since there may have been fans coming specifically for those people. You have to be completely honest with this stuff or you lose the respect of the fans, and when you lose that you are cooked.

Also the pricing of autographs has become ridiculous. You cannot have a good show, and have the vendors do well as well as celebs, when the celebs are charging outrageous prices for their signature. Sure, sell your merch, but charging to simply sign something is weak. And I know that there are definite sales I never had a chance to make because people spent their money elsewhere.

What does fall to the people behind the con is the value involved. I spent more money for a table with them than with a much bigger convention, where I will have a chance to make more. I still got the table because I believe in the con and want it to succeed and wanted to be a part of that. But with high table prices, and high ticket prices to get in make it a priority to make it a convention that people need to have been at. You want to make an event that is so packed, and so fun that people will regret missing it.

- They needed more celebs. And I get that that costs money but there are regional people and cult personalities that may not be huge draws but, added to a couple big draws, would add to the appeal of the show.

- You need to have move vending. I get that you can only do what you can but if it looks like you’ll have open spaces then offer spots for discounts. Hell, I don’t mind. The more of us there are the better it looks and the more for people to see and do. That a spot was used for promo items and another for a vodka company bothers me because those should have been used for things to make the overall experience richer for the guests attending.

- Bigger movies. For this show, they needed to call out George Romero, who canceled at the last show and owes them a favor. They needed to get Survival of the Dead there as well as maybe smaller films that got good word of mouth. Maybe show a couple cult movies if you can get people involved there. They tried this, to some extent, and that is a great step in the right direction, but they need more.

- If you cannot get more celebs, get more indie and lower key films and film creators. Make it about indie horror then and play to that end.

- Ask your vendors and friends and whomever to help promote it. I swear to god I was the only one getting the word out there at one point. I am sure that isn’t the case but we all need to get the word out. Hell, I know for a fact that con made $125 just off of people I had let know about the show.

- More to do for the guests. Much like too many of these small shows, the fans run out of stuff to do very, very quickly and, unless they want to spend the day watching movies (which is not bad at all, and is good that there was more variety in the film rooms this year, so that’s cool, but cannot be all that is offered), you have no reason to stay for long. The hope, and the push is to get people into the movies but if that’s the case, have a couple bigger flicks.

- More perks for vendors. As a vendor, I invested in this convention, and as such, I deserve more than the ability to enter the party for free because me, I don’t want the party. I want a shirt, darn it! Shirts, food, giveaways, just something else to say thank-you for investing in the show.

- Professionalism from vendors and celebs. As nice as both were, it gets old to see vendors leave a show well before it’s over, deciding it isn’t worth their time or effort any longer, and seeing the celebs bail early. Yes, it’s lame to sit around bored but if that’s the case, well, wander and talk to people. God forbid the celebs actually mingle and talk to people who may be fans of theirs.

- Ask for help. There were moments where this felt too much like some people throwing themselves a celebrity party. That needs to change. And the way to change that is to get input, ask for suggestions, and to keep working at it.

- Help promote your vendors and guests. I have gotten SO many site hits from just having a head shot and an art image beside my hot linked name on the Motorcity Comic Con site it’s ridiculous. That alone has gotten me potential sales. Or at least potential fans.

Overall, it was a decent time and the major negatives are not the fault of the promoters. I don’t doubt their passion, nor their drive, and applaud their doing these shows. Having said that though, they need to step their game up, a lot. This is a fun ‘little’ show but they either need to broaden the show or shrink the prices. And get some sponsors. This is a professionally run show, a respectful show, and at times a really fun show, but it could be a great show, with some work. A lot of work. I hope it happens, I just dunno that I will be there for it.

One last note, there was a local horror host that has a ‘horror variety’ show at the con and he and his cohorts ran their jokes and behavior into the ground. They, if anything did, turned me and others off to the show. It was good that they were so ‘interactive’ but I take great umbrage with their posting ‘notices’ on walls telling us that by being at the con we could be videotaped or filmed etcetera and had no recourse. That isn’t legal, isn’t ethical, and isn’t fair to vendors, celebs, or guests. If I have to sign a waiver to be part of a movie which filmed there then I should have to do the same for them. If I don’t want to be part of their skits then that’s my right, especially if I paid money to be there. The people were loud, rude, and more often than not made nuisances of themselves. Here’s my hope they are not there at future shows.