Hand out minicomics at a public event such as a convention, school club meeting, etc. Be respectful, and don’t be afraid to explain to people that you’re working on your hero degree. (We will send you a pdf of the mini comic, along with folding instructions, when you register for this class.)
Since I completed the flyer and mini-comic at the same time, the posts have similar intros.
This Halloween I did some reverse trick-or-treating. I donned my cape and dusted off my pink Razor Scooter. I'd ring the door bell, quickly drop candy into the offered bowl and say, " Reverse Trick or Treat!" I also gave out candy regular trick-or-treaters as I meet them on the street. The reactions were as mixed as a Jelly-Belly grab bag, but the candy (mixed Mars brands) was well received.
As I mentioned in the previous post, I had a bit of a misadventure with the mini-comics. My first plan was to take them and some of my better posts to my writer's group. After some technical difficult with the printer, the paper, rubber cement, and an ancient stapler, I got five finished just in time. However, I never got the chance to show them. About ten new people showed up and we simply ran out of time. The mini-comics and the posts never left my bag.
I decided to double up the mini-comic and flyer assignment. I'd reverse trick-or-treat and give out the mini-comics in costume. However, a sudden cold snap scrapped my first and second costume designs. In my State, one day can be balmy 72F and the next it's 45F+wind chill. Scooter-Girl was literally a last minute throw together. I layered on leggings, cargo-shorts, a t-shirt and a duct-tape decorated tank. Gloves were a must and the cape blocked some of the wind.
Although I did pretty well on as a Reverse Trick-or-Treat, in the course of an hour I only managed to hand out two of the five mini-comics. I discovered my neighbors are either pre-internet people or are too young to surf the web without parental supervision. It's possible that the local web-comic readers don't do Trick-or-Treating and were in the houses I couldn't visit. It was a bit of a let down.
However, I had a blast. I only crashed my scooter once. (It was getting dark and I didn't see the acorns.) However after the sun went down, the temperature dropped again. It was time to resume my mild-manner alter-ego before Scooter-Girl became Popsicle-Girl. I know 40F isn't cold to other people, but my body wasn't prepared for the sudden drop. Fortunately, I had a lovely wool poncho and warming drink waiting for me. Yes, I actually wear that, minus the scarf, around the house. (I have hot-blooded family members who control the thermostat.)