So, I don’t have what I would call fans, at least not yet.
I have plenty of friends who dig my writing and who dig the craziness that tends to come out of my brain. One of my favorite people told me today that she wished she had my brain, so she could think of these ideas that she loves so much. Awesome compliment.
But there is a part of me that dreads the idea of really having fans. I just read some guy’s blog, and he posts these videos he shot of him being a real douchebag to Rob Liefeld. Now, I’m not a big Liefeld fan by any means, but the guy did make it possible for comic book creators to be superstars. I mean, he was a Hollywood darling before most of the suits out here had ever heard of Frank Miller or Alan Moore.
Anyway, this fan just treats him like crap over Heroes Reborn, which I avoided, because I knew I was gonna hate it, and what I read of it…I hated. The whole theme of his thing is demanding an apology, and his friends are egging him on, and it’s just rude. And bless him, Liefeld handles the whole thing with poise and grace. Irritated poise and grace, but poise and grace nonetheless.
And I just don’t know if I could handle myself as well as Rob Liefeld did. Now…I have my size working for me. It takes a certain foolish bravery to walk up to a 350+ pound man and insult him and his work in public. But still and all, “foolish bravery” might very well be the definition of certain kinds of rudeness. Anyway, I don’t imagine it would do good things for my career if I lost it and pounded some little geek into jelly for voicing his opinion in a way I didn’t like.
So…feeling as I do, like my career is on the verge of taking off, I’m a little scared of what comes as a result. I hope I can handle it as well as Rob Liefeld did; that guy has the patience of a saint!
