I’ve said that on the first day of the con, I felt like an outsider. Not geek enough to be there. I had no costume, very little comic book knowledge, and I didn’t collect anything. But what I didn’t realize is that that doesn’t matter. If you love something, you belong at Comic-Con.
I read Shellie’s commentary this morning while my editor at Tor was helping me fix this thing that I wrote for them over the weekend, and I was struck by how similar our conclusions ended up being, despite having been developed independently of one another. I think that explains a lot about why we’re friends.