That's what I'm in it for. To build an empire of quality entertainment. To get paid for my ideas enough to have major influence on pop culture as possible. I see nothing but talented individuals squandering away their passions at day jobs, wasting skills learned at college, a creative vision dissipating.
I have ideas and they're good. Fun. Better than current standards. The time of the independent creator, working in mass media, is upon us. A time where a thousand empires will rise across the world, digitally connected and generating a blanket of fiction across the collective unconcious. Giving shape and form in universal acceptance.
This is what's at stake. 2012. The singularity. iPad. The world is sucking up the potential of the masses in a way that has never been fully explored. Every person in the world holding a Coke, eating a Big Mac, wearing Mickey ears, rocking out to their iPod. The net is tightening.
You fear the future. The power you will wield. The decisions and hard work that will be ripped from you while handling the mundane details it that make up an entertainment empire. Countless individuals questioning your creative impulse, the skill in your words, the judgment of your ideas. Frustration killing your passion.
But days will come. You will sit down, put words down, draw lines, connect them and be paid for that act. And paid well. And then you'll see it transformed from a raw idea into a fully rendered product. People will pay to sit down and watch this collaborative project with you as the basis. That cool scene that popped into your head one day. There it is. Not quite like you pictured, but they all get to see it too.
I am hitting a wall and looking for a reason to continue. I need money. I need success and recognition. Fans and attention, photo ops and magazine spreads. Underground legitimacy, neo-gonzo sensibility, anything is possible mentality. We need electronic celebrity.
The fans are the base. Each a step to another mind. An audience. A scene. A movement. Mass appeal. Find immediate audience and produce for them. Who has the money? Intellectual Property Pirates. Hosting a circus in their mind, an alternate universe for their conciousness. Take the money, and run.
Build and create.
The ideas:
Tower of Brahma.
Novel.
Self-pub e-book.
Subway self-promotion.
Sub*Text.
Alt.Lit 'zine.
Blog.
Magazine.
Publisher.
Genre/Pulp/Experimental.
TenTonAnthology.
Comic book. Graphic novel/magazine.
Pulp. Military Manual.
A pitch packet.
Film.
EX. Webseries.
YouTube.
Write Club.
Short films.
Genre.
Rock'N'Roll Massacre.
Pryzmalite Massacre.
Indie film. Slasher.
NYC locations.
Guerilla filmmaking.
DeadBeat.
Horror/Detective.
Formula. Dramedy.
USA Network.
Time & Space.
Union Squared.
Sci-fi/Rom-Com.
Spec script.
Animation
Liquid Fury.
Graphic novel.
TV series.
Spike. Adult Swim. FX.
Zom/Bot.
Band.
Animated musical.
Music videos with bookend scenes.
5 min snippets.
Different genres.
Heavy Metal meets Gorillaz.
Live performances. Puppets.
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These are the ideas I have been working on. If anything seems appealing let me know and we can develop it.
Right now I want to kick this zine off and start the Liquid Fury blog.
I have an idea if you wanted to do a Write Club cartoon for our webcomic side. I was looking at some new books from Top Shelf (send links later) that are paperback sized and then have a stacked two panel grid through the whole book. It's a cool unique format. But if it was individual panels, really rough and more experimental, storyboards for a short film, then we can get our prep work out there for public consumption and maybe get it published, or at least self-publish.
We could then write a script on the side, something to sell. I haven't heard from the guy with the William Morris connection, so. That's kind of back burner, coming together as it does.
I've also got a Marvel in that could be interesting. I want to try and pitch something without Reilly or Khoi connections and I may have an in. Maybe to get a menial job there as well. Possibly freelance proofreading a day or two. So I have some Marvel ideas I wanted to bounce off you.
You're in a funk. I'm in a funk. I'm going to keep throwing this stuff at you till you're too busy to even think about relationships or anything else except bringing your ideas to life. You are my number two in this world Boston. I recognized it as soon as I met you.
In just a year out from NYCC we did alright for ourselves considering, and we had enough insane relationship bullshit to last us a lifetime, so this is the moment where we ignore all that, make the final push, and get our careers off the ground.
Love always,
K
