Last week was pretty awesome for one reason: Comic-Con, the comic book/tv show/movie/scifi convention extravaganza that takes place in San Diego each year. I’m a scifi geek girl at heart, so Comic-Con is great fun for me. Actors and writers from some of my favorite shows – like, Falling Skies, The Walking Dead, Firefly – were there. I saw pilot screenings for some upcoming new tv shows, listened to numerous panels, pondered adults dressed in interesting costumes and wandered through aisles of goodies. Loved all of it.
This year I also at in on the Marvel panel. This wasn’t about movies, it was about the comic books. This panel actually had the biggest impact on me. I’m not a comic book reader. I have profound respect for the creativity of it and appreciate the art form, but comic books weren’t a big part of my youth so I don’t know a whole lot about the comic book world. But I sat in this packed room and listened to the panel and I realized something – these guys, grown men, had likely been reading comic books since they were kids. They turned that love into a lifetime career, and I got the impression this is not an easy world to break into.
It was a spectacular thing. How many people get to do what they love as a career? I do and I feel blessed, but I think it’s rare. Yet here were these guys who had taken a love from childhood and made it a life’s passion. They don’t just enjoy it, it pays the mortgage. That’s pretty cool.