This blog has moved.
It is HERE now.
This blog has moved.
It is HERE now.
I will keep this up for a while…to redirect you stragglers.
Please come and visit the newest version of the Rapid City Script Blog.
Well, this morning it was just writer, and commuter.
I love busting out the mini-laptop on my train ride in to work. I get a kick out of assuming that people are looking at me and assuming that I am doing something important. Or, I guess they could assume that I am playing solitaire or looking at porn.
So, yes, I enjoy my own self-dramatizing assumptions about what others assume about me.
But, better than that, I enjoy making that time my own. It’s usually just dead-time. Veg-out time in between bed and work. Time to just sit and stare. Or, on some days, quietly nap with my arm around the best girl in the city*. On the days when I have my mini out, though, I am a writer. I’m writing.
Plus, it makes the commute fly by. I guess time that you own tends to go a lot faster than time that is owned by the Massachusetts Bay Transit Authority.
Getting this little lap-top was one of the things that inspired me to write this story. It is a small, portable, piece of technology which helps me to use my talent to do what i want to do. It is represented in the story by Kinetic’s power gauntlets, which are portable pieces of technology which aid him in his efforts to put his natural powers to use as a super-hero.
Metaphorically, my re-claiming of that “drive time” would be represented by Kinetic taking a few minutes on his way in to work to save somebody’s life.
*and the whole world.
Progress is slowing a bit.
I know what I am doing with issue 4, but I am having trouble pulling it off. I should say I am having trouble stretching it out. I am dramatizing the challenge of just sticking it out….of not going home when things get rough, or boring.
So, if i show too much happening, it defeats that conflict. I need the CHARACTER to be bored, but the reader must be engaged.
I can handle some of it with voice over….but I don’t know how thin I can stretch that.
Ultimately, I think I will honor the experiment and just stick it out. Learn to just put head down and soldier through it at the same time that my character does.
He has to deal with the fact that it isn’t always fun super-battles, just the same way that I do.
Plot wise, this issue is mostly coasting….letting things play out. But it is hard to keep that going to the end.
I guess, like Kinetic, i will just have to wait to see how it works out.
This is the script for third issue of my superhero comic book, Rapid City.
Read it here.
Panel 2 Shot of Glyph talking.
It’s like if you’re backstage after a concert, or at an after-party, no one picks up a guitar and starts jamming. Not because they don’t love the music, but because they just need a break from it. See, with great responsibility there must also come great pressure. This is just a friendly way for these people to all blow off the same steam.
Panel 3 A pull back to see both of them again.
Maybe I just haven’t been at this long enough to really get it.
Could be. Or it could be parties just aren’t your scene.
In this issue, Kinetic compares different views of what it means to be a superhero, and begins to realize what it will take for him to live that life.
Today is my deadline. I don’t think I will meet with a new issue.
I forgive myself a little because I have posted all these re-writes in the past week or so.
I am still going to make go at it.
The two obstacles I am really facing here are my own creative resistance, and this adorable little (55 pound) puppy (pit bull) who thinks that sitting my lap is so much more important than me getting any work done.
This is the latest version of the second issue of my superhero comic book, Rapid City.
It’s a science word, right? Means, like, motion energy? Right?
Right. Like my powers. Kinetic energy.
That makes sense. I like it when names make sense.
In this issue, Kinetic gets closer to acting on his dream, and Maxwell Murder makes a move. In this version, some of the secenes were tightened up to make room for Max.