And where we had thought to be alone...
June 22, 2007
Crossposted to doorQ.com, The Gay SciFi, Fantasy & Horror Website.
We have not even to risk the adventure alone, for the heroes of all time have gone before us - the labyrinth is thoroughly known. We have only to follow the thread of the hero path, and where we had thought to find an abomination, we shall find a god; where we had thought to slay another, we shall slay ourselves; where we had thought to travel outward, we shall come to the center of our own existence. And where we had thought to be alone, we shall be with all the world.
--Joseph Campbell. The Hero With a Thousand Faces. (1949)
We landed our wise and wonderful mentor this week.
Every project should have one, a Yoda, Obi-Wan Kenobi, or Gandalf, possessed of learned experience and hard-found insights to help sheppard it through.
Every project should also have a few hot, young interns who have an allergy to clothes, but then I digress.
Our FairyGodFather (as I've come to name him) pretty much defined the SciFi/Fantasy/Horror world through his projects. He fed the imaginations of countless fans, inspiring them to become not just the writers, producers, and directors popular at the cinema and book store, but also scientists, doctors, police officers, and computer programmers who draw insight into their place in the world from the dreams he popularized.
He inspired me.
For the moment, I'm going to leave things a bit vague about who he is. Why? Because I'm evil that way. Any day you can manufacture a bit of mystery and mystique is a good day, as far as I'm concerned.
There's still more going on behind the scenes -- more racing, meeting, chatting, hoping, begging, dreaming -- than I'd like. It would be cool to make a bunch of announcements tomorrow regarding projects, dates, and demonstrations, but I'm still far, far from that point. I'm always aware that everything can come crashing down with a stumble on the stairs. I don't want to promise -- yet -- the moon then see it darken to oblivion when things don't work out. Besides, thar's more mystery in 'folks knowin' somethins' comin', even if they dunno quite what that shadowy somthins' gonna really be.
Hmm. For some reason, when I get excited, my Southern accent comes out. And then only in my writing. Strange.
More next week.
Posted by Jody at June 22, 2007 05:48 PM
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