"I couldn't wait for success so I decided to go ahead without it."
Described as, The most famous person no one has ever heard of, Mark A. Lester is a writer and illustrator whose work has appeared in numerous alternative and small press books, magazines and newspapers as well as on line.
I know that a lot of creators moan and groan about fan fiction saying that it infringes upon creator's properties and right and whatnot. Fine. Whatever. Personally, I love fan fiction and would just about kill to get that kind of fan interest in my own work. To date no one wants to create art, write a story or film a fan film based upon any of my work. Which maybe should tell me something, but doesn't. If it is, I'm either too stubborn or too stupid to pay any attention. Which is probably true on both counts. I don't think a piece of fiction really enters the "cool" stage until the concepts and the characters begin to take on a life of their own in the minds of readers and/or viewers. Until they start really "living" in the heads of people they're nothing more than words and pictures on a page. They're limited. All you need do is look at some of the really iconic and cool work to see some truly fantastic fan fiction - Star Trek and Star Wars, Doctor Who, Indiana Jones, The Crow etc. These (and many others) have fans really and completely involved in the work as opposed to just simply reading it. Why in the world would any creator poo-poo such interest is beyond me. Maybe they're the smart ones? I mean, if no one is gonna' care enough to make their own fiction from your creations, perhaps it's wise to say that you won't let them as opposed to admitting that no one cares enough? Me = Stupid. What's new.
Check this out:
Pretty cool, eh? Someone somewhere put this amount of time and energy into creating something this good and this cool based upon a cartoon from 20 years ago. Whoa. That's odd-weird-cool.
Speaking of nothing ... I'm goin' nuts. No computer and no ... well ... Never mind. I'm just feeling out of it these days and am frustrated at the amount of time it seems to take me to accomplish anything. Shoot and darn it all.
My laptop seems to be dead. May it rot in pieces. I miss it terribly and hate the sucker something fierce. I'm divided. I hope that it can be resuscitated. Or at least the guts can be pulled out and, Six Million Dollar Man-like, be transplanted into another better, stronger, faster computer. Maybe I need a desktop 'puter and stop messin' with laptops for a while? At least they're (supposedly) cheaper and with me being dirt poor and all ... well, cheap is the direction my life seems to be taking me. That and starving.
Speaking of starving ... I just saw some pictures of me from the past holidays and, Egads!, I look sick. I knew that I was skinny but I look like death. Like end-stage death. Yuck. I never thought I'd be saying this but maybe I need to put on a few pounds? Whatever, right? Thankfully I'm not known for my sexy self. Actually I'm not known for anything. Which is sorta' depressing in a way. And sorta' not, since it's not like this is new news or anything.
Speaking of starving ... I'm hungry.
Until I get a computer up and running, I'm spinning my heels art-wise and getting nothing done and doing it slowly. Which is crap. I have (ever-changing) plans. Oh. Well. Cosmic forces working against me ain't nothing new. Hummm ... apparently I have a persecution complex. That's interesting.
Having no money and no computer and not being able to do much of anything except stress means that I've gotten to read a book someone gave to me. "Wild Cards". Apparently it's a shared-universe type thingie. Pretty good. I'm totally confused but enjoying myself. I also finished watching the first season of the Six Million Dollar Man (hence, the reference above) and have let it playful twist my head around and give me ideas. Always dangerous.
"Iron Man" was cool and Downey gave us our first truly interesting superhero alter ego. Neat. See it.
I had to go do the whole tux-fitting thing yesterday. I also needed to get a new suit. It was a little uncomfortable. The tux shop had a difficult time finding a suit my size. They almost grabbed something from the "kid's" section. I know that it can be difficult to find some clothes "off the rack" but I figured that a Tux Shop would have a bigger selection and be better prepared for the arrival of "freaks". LOL Thankfully, they eventually got me fit and I'm lookin' quite sharp now.
I mean, that WAS the whole point, right. Me looking sharp. It's funny but I never realized what a bother being thin can be. It just never occured to me. It's almost impossible to find "small" sizes (I guess everyone loves that baggy-look) and even then the small sizes are often a bit too big. Who knew? It wouldn't be a bother so much if I actually "felt" thin or sumthin'. Now shoes? Shoes are no problem. Maybe I should start going around in just shoes? Maybe not.
I have a headache and I'm bone tired. I really don't know why, I just am. I've so much to do that being tired really gets in the way of being productive(ish). Oh. Well. By this time next week I should have scaled this mountain and be sliding down the other side. That is if I don't crash and burn instead. Both are an equal possiblity.
