Proof for my Buster fan-fic novel should arrive tomorrow. Riddled with errors I didn’t catch the first 223 read-throughs, no doubt.
I’ve begun to wonder if people might be offended that I’m using him as a character. There is some sex, but I consider it mild compared to some novels out there.
Since the cover is something I put together myself, I’m only moderately happy with it.
I’ll put an excerpt up after its published.
Hopefully, self-publishing will stop me obsessing over the thing and I can get something useful done. Like make candy for Christmas.
I’m going to publish my Buster fan-fic novel on Amazon Createspace tomorrow.
I’m expecting a day of incredible frustration and tears.
Yippie! Hubby finally fixed the internet - it only took four weeks.
Buster Keaton’s sons, Bobby and Jimmy with their mother Natalie (center) and aunts Norma and Constance Talmadge (1932).
This ended up being one of the most challenging pieces I’ve done, and ultimately is only the halfway point to finished with what I intend to fully do with it.
I’ve not been sharing much artwork here because I’m finding it keeps getting stolen. I do not like to ruin images with a watermark, no one has any fun that way. I really appreciate the enthusiasm, and do feel free to reblog and like, just don’t steal it.
So Beautiful! I love the lines on his face.
I decided to put this on the feed again… :}
I think this should go up on a weekly basis.
…would he be…
…an occasional passing username on the dashboard?
…a total Tumblr addict?
…Or an unrepentant, irrepressible fangirl?
"The act had to change. But Joe was changing too. Not like the old man any more. Mad most of the time, and could look at you as if he don’t know you. But he could become the father quick enough—those lickings for things that had happened before. No more private spankings. In front of a thousand people. Finally I’d get sore, and we’d start trading. And still keep it funny.
"Funny? People should have felt the wallops we were handing out. Like the time he found the pipe in my jacket down in the dressing room and stalked out, and I said to one of the actors, ‘Now I’ll catch it. If you want some excitement, just watch from the wings.’ What a beating, and I’m nineteen! …
"Myra told me, ‘Joe’s not punishing you.’
"I said, ‘It feels like it.’
"She said, ‘No, he’s not mad at you or anyone else. It’s old Father time he’d like to get his hands on. Man or woman,’ she said, ‘some can take getting old, some can’t.’
"It made it more understandable, no more standable. Anyway, like the Indian said, it went on like that for a while, then it got worse. When I smelled whiskey across the stage, I got braced."
- Buster Keaton from “Keaton” by Rudi Blesh
[photo 1911, Buster 16, Joe 44]