You start to feel it sometime during the final blowout of a con or maybe during that last rushed meal between panels, but it is still there… that quiet gnawing feeling that “this is all about to end”. A convention can become an escape and cocoon of sorts. You’re surrounded by your tribe, being your most true self without having to explain or apologize to anyone. It’s awesome and filled with your own brand of reckless abandon, but then you see the cracks beginning to form and reality begins to creep in. It’s the packing for the trip home and making sure that you haven’t forgotten that awesome thing that you might have paid too much for, but, whateva, it’s a con! And the clock ticks closer to the return to the life before. But that’s just the beginning.  Continue reading Irregular’s Intel – When the Morning Comes →