Friday Five XVI
Who is your favorite celebrity? You’re kidding, right? Do people really live like that? How sad for them.
Who is your least favorite? Well, this week’s Five isn’t going to be very interesting, now, is it?
Have you ever met or seen any celebrities in real life? Okay, at least I can answer this one. Probably the most notable person I’ve met was Stephen King. I used to live in the same town, and for some inexplicable reason I was in the local comic book/game store, and he walked in. It was pretty scary. First, he’s a big boy. I’m six-foot-four, but he’s got to be at least six-nine and 270 pounds. Second, he was being followed by a handful of five-foot, high school aged comic book geek groupies, who swarmed around him saying things like “Yeah, Steve, you’re cool! Heheh heheh!” I left there with a new appreciation for why not to become a famous writer.
Would you want to be famous? Why or why not? No thank you. See Stephen King, above. I’ve also had encounters with people who aren’t well-grounded in reality who read my stories (which usually tend to be medieval fantasy) and “overreact” to them. Some people take escapism to an unhealthy and downright scary extreme. In fact, when I discovered that one of my fellow writers treated one of my stories as more “real” than the real world around her, it put me off writing completely for about five years.
If you had to trade places with a celebrity for a day, who would you choose and why? Why do you assume I want to be someone other than myself? I’m very happy with my life. Or would you rather I gave a witty answer, like trading places with a cat, to see how cats live, or with a dead celebrity, to see what the proverbial “afterlife” is like?
Well that was hardly worth waiting a week for…