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Today was the much anticipated Chicago Zine Fest. I had attended last year, with some mixed feelings, but this year nothing was mixed up. It was such a positive experience. Invigorating. Life-enhancing. I felt as if I were walking around on clouds the entire time, uncovering stories and art and adventure. I didn't want to leave.
It was fun to meet the people whose zines I've been reading. Walking around, pointing to familiar zines on the table, locking eyes with the authors, and saying, "I read that and really enjoyed it," was beautiful. Sifting through all the art, the words and feelings, made me feel at home amongst others who felt the same way about sharing life experience within craft. I traded a lot. Purchased a lot. I even met a girl who enjoys the zines I make. She gave me the latest issue of hers to read. I felt so honored.
I've always had dreams of being this famous author that people read worldwide, and while it's still an amazing dream, I am so content knowing that handfuls of people are reading and enjoying the things I'm writing now. In a way it means more than a commercially publication ever could. There is something strange about that, yet something so magical, I wouldn't give it up for anything. It makes me think about how great life can be, even when its riddled with hardship. In life there is always a story to tell.
I'm working on getting myself out there, sharing my stories with anyone I can. I'm finishing some distro orders, and will send some issues of Pieces #5 to Quimby's. Pieces #5 has been my biggest run yet, which makes me happy. It's been so well received.
I can't wait to start reading the zines I got today. They all look amazing.
And fuck Ted Smith.