What Does It Take to Be a Superhero? Tuesday, Feb 24 2009

This story was inspired by my firm belief that Superman could/should have been crazy. I mean the man could hear everything. He had a help-everyone-always complex. He had multiple personalities.

So this is a story about Manuel (I really want to name him Miguel, but I don’t have a justification for that name, and this is the kind of story where names should mean things . . . at least the MC’s name), who is very messed up. Tell my what you think. I think that the story had some kinks that need to be worked out, but 1) it was late when I finished editing it and 2) I mainly need to expand points and there was definitely a page limit to the workshop/competition thing I submitted it to, and it was really close by the end.

So, input is greatly appreciated. Do you think I need more interaction with Mr. Graves? Richard Win? His parents? Random people? More specificity? Less? Are there any things that confuse the crap out of you?

Titles. Again, there are problems. I needed one last night, so I went with what you see above. It’s actually part of a quote from a song that has been my theme for Superhero stories recently.

“What does it take to be a superhero in my world? Make no mistake that these villains always get the girl.” Straw Dog, by Something Corporate.

Anything else I could think of was clunky, uninformative, or gave too much away.

This story has the same feel as Superheroes (the massive story that I recently finished the crapdraft for and that Oseike might be expanding on), though, without tweaking, it wouldn’t fit in the universe (honestly, I’d only have to tweak the first line, and then it would fit just fine, but I love that first line).

What does it take to be a superhero in my world? Apparently (this is the impressing I’m giving myself) you have to be nuts. *grin*

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I’m not here Saturday, Feb 21 2009

I feel the need to say something, because BRose has been so faithfully updating and I haven’t.  So even though I don’t really have anything to say, here I am!

In my life, it’s getting to be the crunch-time of the semester.  Projects are starting to really get into the production mode (one is mostly done, another getting into the production now), and so if I’m doing anything it’s that.  When I’m done with my current project (a cell phone game) I’ll post the sprites, but that’s the only think I’m doing in Photoshop these days.

However!  I have decided when I get to her, I’ll actually write up Sara’s story (Sara – the last mc I came up with like…6 posts ago.  She has a name now!)  I have like…a paragraph on her that I wrote in about 15 minutes before I went to bed last night. >__>

I bought myself Valentine’s chocolate.  I hate to be that person, the girl who doesn’t have a boyfriend and thus hits up the stores after Valentine’s and buys up the 50% off chocolate that’s available, but here I am.  C’mon, it was $1.35 for a little thing of like, 6 awesome specialty chocolates!  Cut me a little slack in my patheticness!  orz

On that note, how do you get a guy to notice  you?  I mean, flirting is, I suppose, the foremost way, but I suck at it.  I mean, I’ve spent the last 20 years of my life (…ok, I suppose only the last 10 0r so) thinking guys were rather immature and thus more or less ignoring them when it came to the romantic scene.  And now that I’ve entered that scene at last with interest, my attempts of flirting (probably obscure at best…I feel embarrassed and clumsy about it) have gone more or less unnoticed.  So what’s it take?  I’m not going to throw myself on the guy.  I imagine I’ll only ever feel comfortable with marginal displays of interest, so what else have I got?

On the upside, I also got myself a hairband.  I’ve wanted one for a while, so I’m vaguely happy over this acquisition.  I feel more girly with it on.

Ok, that’s all I gots.  Cheers!

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Poetry! Poetry! Everywhere! Saturday, Feb 21 2009

So, I created a new poetry section, because I wrote a new poem! This one I definitely scribbled down the right hand sides of my notebook as I should have been taking notes on the Idylls of the King by Tennyson. I get the best inspiration in that class. *snicker* Maybe not the best listening practice.

“Sweet Immortality” (titles stuck. I can always think of passable ones, but as for actually liking them, it doesn’t happen so often) is hypothetically a blank verse poem (unrhymed iambic pentameter) but I know perfectly well that it’s probably sketchy. You see, when I get in the IP (iambic pentameter) mood, words that really shouldn’t start matching the beat in my head. And there’s tricky words like “fire” and “real” that change syllable count to my will. *mwahah* I always hope that if I work to write “perfect” IP, then my mistakes will “add pleasant variation”.

Note: 1) What I have up here is NOT what I wrote in class. This is the fourth draft version of what I wrote in class.

            2) After claiming for months that I was “almost done with Superheroes” if finally did it, man, I finished a crapdraft (thus called because, no, you can’t see it yet, I need to run spellcheck and make sure that characters look the same throughout, for your sake and mine). 46 pages! Wooooot!!!

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