(art by this awesome sasquash here)
So, I'm 18 pages into my novel...and I'm pounding out some last words about this old zombie and Stephen Hillenburg before they die forever in the back of my mind.
"Really, if I had to sum up my feelings right now about both of these people in a way that won’t end up giving me a peptic ulcer:
They are two very different individuals with two varying reactions to fame. One man took fame as a surprise and seemed to want nothing except to entertain, only for fate to turn his work into a harpooned whale corpse following him for the rest of his natural born life; the other had fame and fortune and attention go to his head and then use it to browbeat people into cultishly excusing his pedophilic actions, only for his career to karmically fall apart after everyone realized that factoid and took down his photo in the Hall of Significance; he had taken it almost as well as someone who was King of the Hill once on the playground only to be shoved down by