Going into RobinsonFest 2016, I had two fears. The first was that, given my recent personal challenges, I wouldn’t feel up to being social; that people would feel they’d wasted their money to hang out with a mopey, boring dude. The second was that the magic that was the first RobinsonFest wouldn’t be repeatable, and again, people wouldn’t have a good time.
It’s now been two days since RobinsonFest ended, and I can pretty confidently say that both of my fears were unfounded. While I’m still afraid I didn’t get to really connect with everyone who attended, I think everyone had a great time, and the magic that was the inaugural RobinsonFest returned in full force, despite the screwballs thrown our way by the weather.
RobinsonFest isn’t a sterile event where the author is held at a distance, exchanging platitudes and small talk. In addition to the ridiculous child-like fun, we also openly talked about our lives, the good and the bad, and how we’re coping. As a result, I now have a large number of new friends, and deeper relationships with those who attended last year. Given my mental state for the last few months, I was extremely grateful for this.
Okay, enough with the blathering! Here’s a breakdown of the event, and gobs of photos (in a randomly ordered gallery below).
2067 was the year that dreams came true. It also happened to be my sixty-seventh birthday, and I received a gift–an unbelievable gift of mercy. It took ten years to schedule, clear the red tape and find the right doctors, but I believed it was worth every minute, every dollar Heidi and I dumped into what she called my “Hearing Fund.”
I was the second baby born in the new millennium and unlike the first, I came out of the womb stone deaf. They explained to me that when I was born, I screamed louder than any baby they’d seen before. Of course it wasn’t until later that they realized I couldn’t hear the sound of my own voice, so I hollered like a person wearing headphones, not that I know what that’s like.
But I would.
The treatment I underwent was new and like the day I was born, I was second in line. The first to try it turned out to be less healthy than the first millennium baby, though. Doctors said he had some kind of disorder, something wrong in his mind that the operation triggered. They told me that what happened to him was an accident; that it had nothing to do with the procedure. I believed them, but I’ve never heard of suicide referred to as an accident.
Thanks to the fantastic reception for the PROJECT NEMESIS comic book, and the amazing people at American Gothic Press (Famous Monsters of Filmland) we will be adapting ISLAND 731 into a six issue mini-series. Those of you who are fans of both novels undoubtedly know that the stories converge in PROJECT MAIGO. So we are on course to continue the Nemesis storyline, bringing together characters and monsters from both novels…IF the comics continue to sell well.
For ISLAND 731, I’ll be splitting the writing duties with frequent badass collaborator, Kane Gilmour, and the story will be penciled and inked by the amazing Jeff Zornow, whose work can be seen on several Godzilla comics, including Godzilla: Rulers of Earth. Jeff has already done some character and monster sketches, as well as a few sample pages, and they’re killer…which is appropriate for this story, which Publisher’s Weekly called, “one of the best Jurassic Park successors.”
Phil Kim interview Part One (with Jeremy Robinson)
Phil Kim interview Part Two (with Jeremy Robinson)
Phil Kim of:
Famous Monsters of Filmland
American Gothic Press
You can watch Downstream right here!