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For those not really sure if you have seen Lana Clarkson's work, or what she was in, maybe these links, provided by Amazon.com will help jog your memory:
I called a friend and reminded him of a friend I had introduced them to. And as the person totally clicked in for them and they knew exactly who I was talking about I mentioned the other friend's name. Lana Clarkson. I asked if they'd heard the recently, and they said it seemed they had. Then I mentioned the Spector case -- and that Lana was the "murdered B-Movie Star." The only quote I'd seen identifying the victim up until yesterday.
They were silent, shocked, in disbelief. Reminded me of three or for things from the day I'd introduced the two and kept asking, that is who you are talking about right?
I wish it weren't.
She was kind, and caring -- and so genuinely interested in entertaining, and that was why she enjoyed conventions and seeing her fans. It was a chance for people to tell her that the work she was doing was being received and was worth it! And the fans came, and they told her, and she glowed as she talked with them.
I'm going through the photos we've taken of her for PopArtsPlace.com and hope to have some posted for others to view, and remember this vibrant lady with, later this afternoon.
I'm in SHOCK! I knew her. I liked her. I hung out with her. And unlike many of the hollywood types who don't remember writers/press folks from one year to the next she always remembered me, and thanked me for the little things PopArtsPlace.com and I did to help draw attention to her and her appearances at cons.
When I asked her why she was out there for hours on end determined to stay every day until the very end, not letting a single fan go by without being made to feel special, she mentioned she had a movie in the works and she was doing everything she could to raise the money to get it through production. She was a hard worker -- and a wonderful young woman.
From her website: After numerous inquiries by her friends and fans, all donations can be made to the “Lana Clarkson Memorial Trust,” care of The Law Offices of Roderick J. Lindblom at 10880 Wilshire Blvd., Suite 2222, Los Angeles, CA 90024.
After years of hearing about MegaCon and getting lots of encouragement to go the powers-that-be are giving it some serious thought. (At least they've told me I have the go-ahead to investigate going, which is quite a lot the way things are these days.)
The worst thing about going out of town for days on end is all the e-mail that piles up... but I'm doing my best to find the bottom line, you know the empty one, in my inbox.
I guess it is safe to say that I am one of millions who knows where they were when they heard the news about Columbia... the space shuttle's tragic descent over Texas.
Being a Texan you'd think I was here in the Lone Star State -- but I was on the road headed back from the east coast. To be specific I was in Jackson, Mississippi trying to decide if I wanted to continue on I-20 through Shreveport, LA to Dallas then down to Austin, or if I wanted to go down to I-10 and use it to come across. I had thought weather would be the determining factor, but after we checked the weather channel in the hotel where we had spent the night we decided to catch a few seconds of CNN knowing radio stations can be few and far between on the road... and that's when we saw the footage of the Columbia. CNN had just gotten the story, and we were, I suspect, among the first to view it.
The shock of what had happened, the thought of the debris falling -- and knowing we were headed there, and had considered a stop in Nacogdoches as there is some research I want to do at Stephen F. Austin's library... but we had decided this trip was plenty long as is, so my research would wait. Had circumstances been a little different, we would have spent the night near Nacogdoches, TX. But we wanted to stop in Mississippi so I could see an old friend, and that meant we wouldn't hit Texas until Saturday at the earliest.
The very thought of what happened still leaves me speechless.
