Reversal #3: Ruining the first comic. Finding the Banner.
After getting over my panic about how terrible the comic book was going to look—and then seeing it and feeling elation to the point of even cheering out-loud—I had to put the comic away down so we could talk about other things—plan, and get ready for our next stop—picking up the nine foot banner that my partner had gotten printed for us.
Slush had accumulated in the bottom of the car, and when I set down "the first comic book" it slid down into the slush and got water damage on the bottom. My partner said he was devastated. He'd been looking forward to having this "first copy," for so long. (To be fair, the first one we pulled out of a random box wasn't exactly the first one off the press or anything, but it was still meaningful that way to him.)
There was no more time for bad feelings. We walked into the signage place which, providentially, was just across from the Deltaplex where the convention was being held.
Because of the crush of production work, my partner had not had time to see the banner—even digitally. And they had it all set up in their show room. And then we saw it.
I have to say, I skipped like a lamb. It was gorgeous. Truly gorgeous. Seeing it printed at such a massive size, with all the time and attention to detail I'd put into it, not only made this whole dream seem real, but really encouraged me that--yes--I could do this. I could be competitive.
And my partner was blown away too.
In the end, he gave the "ruined" first comic, a signed copy, to one of the employees who had helped make this all happen at the signage company, and we walked out of there—happy.