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At the moment, the super-heroes are shadowy urban legend figures referred to by the unnamed narrator as being fables; I stole a line from a New Pornographers song to open the beast with and consequently they're more like urban folklore. I don't know. It's very unfocused and barely the beginnings of a first draft. Templechurch might end up in the story, simply so I can flesh her out; I've put the Hotel Detective on hold until November to let the ideas percolate. Then I'll treat it like a NaNoWriMo project.
Awkward plot mechanics and shallow characterization is not my focus. But I'm not going to act like I'm recreating the egg; I listened to a radio interview with the creator behind Heroes and his "approach" to super-powers was so blatantly unoriginal even as he acted like he somehow writing a startling new thing; it turned me off ever even attempting to watch the show (which wasn't really in the cards anyway, as it sounds like a terrible televised remake of those fucking New Universe comics from back in the day).
At the moment, I'm trying to pin down the narrative voice and then there's the issue of plot. For the moment, we're being told tales of the basement level super-heroes as though they were myths; but they're not. |
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