I’ve been thinking about some changes I’d like to make to the blog. One of those things is Superhero Saturday – I’ve noticed this blog works best when I can respond to things in the moment, and with the TV season ramping up I don’t want to have to wait until Saturday, and limit myself to one post, where superhero TV is concerned. Conversely, it was sometimes hard this summer to come up with a post specifically geared toward superheroes.
I’m still going to strive to have a longer post about nerd friendly topics every weekend (look for a post about binge watching v. week-to-week viewing tomorrow), and I’m sure some of those will revolve around those folks in masks, capes, and boots – but I’m going to focus on writing about what inspires me in the given moment.
And at the moment, there is one small thing (literally) that made me smile in the world of superheroes this week, courtesy of McDonald’s. Say hello to my newest version of Oliver Queen –
Hope y’all had a great Saturday!
So about a month and a half ago I wrote this post about my decision to pursue self-publishing. One of the biggest steps toward that goal is getting the manuscript as clean and ready as I can possibly make it. I have help – a great critique partner who is giving me notes, and two good proofreaders who have volunteered to read the “final” draft for me.
Still I am doing a lot of editing. It’s wonderful, painstaking work. Tweaking a word or two, Googling (and texting my aforementioned critique buddy) about grammar, fine tuning the dialogue of multiple characters etc. Yesterday I was particularly diligent, spending about five hours in the thick of it.
Now, I’m one of those weird authors who actually loves this process. I love it so much that I wish I could have kept doing it deep into the night and all day today, and every minute until eye strain or comma consternation finally wore me out.
But like so many writers out there – I had to stop working so I could go to work, dangit.
Don’t get me wrong, my other jobs are actually pretty great. But this week I’m loving editing and loving writing so much that I wish it was the only thing I really had to do.
And it’s an amazing feeling.
“Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!”
– Wash, Firefly
So, it’s fall. Which I really like – if it weren’t for one thing – all those nice crisp days and beautiful fall colors can suddenly turn on you and bring the dreaded ice and snow. Here’s hoping for a nice long fall and a reasonably short winter.
From the time I can remember until, say, my mid 20s I was a serious television addict – I could have told you, generally anyway, what was on prime time network TV on every night of the week and my schedule for watching it. Plus, in the years when I had cable I usually had a syndicated show or two that I was dedicated to (my seventh grade self pretty much planned her life around the twice daily showings of Airwolf on the USA network – I wish I was kidding.)
Then I grew up a little and the tv landscaped changed. I still had my shows – things like Gilmore Girls, and Lost, and Castle – but nothing that really made me cross the line from reasonable adult fan to tv fangirl addict. Plus, viewership changed with Hulu and DVR and Netflix. So I thought I was past all that.
But maybe not.
This television season I will have six shows that are must watch for me every week – yep, six. And five of the six? They are, of course, superhero shows.
Thank goodness I have a DVR – or I’d never leave the house.
“I have a bad feeling about this.”
– Almost every Star Wars character ever.
In honor of my day in which I dropped and shattered my smart phone, realized I missed my Superhero Saturday blog post, and had a generally off day.
Another geek confession – I don’t really like Star Trek: The Original Series. Okay, so I love Spock and Scotty and maybe even Bones a little, but that show has just never been my thing.
Still, I recognize that without that first episode that aired on September 8, 1966 none of the rest of it would have ever happened, and some of the rest of it I love…
Like Captain Picard – I mean come on, who wouldn’t want him to be in charge? And Riker’s beard, which had the magical ability to improve the whole show (really, it’s like the signal for when the episodes started to improve)? And Worf, most cuddly-grumpy Klingon in the universe.
And then there’s Voyager – which happened to coincide with the height of my fangirlishness. Even though it’s terribly uneven, and at times downright sucked, I still love it – and some episodes like “The Chute,” “Worse Case Scenario,” and “Barge of the Dead” are really fabulous story-telling.
And then there’s the cinematic reboot, which finally gave me a Kirk I could like and proved that yet another generation could join the adventures of Starfleet.
So congrats on fifty years Star Trek, thanks for taking us to the galaxy and back again.