This is barely enough to warrant a Spoiler Warning

Well, I got Seven Soldiers and was planning to type out my insights. Then I read it, and realized it's going to need a digestion period. I'm still in a state of gibbering giddyness over the Granty-goodness contained within.

In the meantime, here's a panel that made me smile. Look at the face and hair just beneath Arthur's arm. Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing in ProtoCamelot?



I'm going to decide that I am, and that it totally makes up that issue of 52 I saw beach bunny fembots instead of lady mad scientists.

But the writer still has a strike against him for Lois Lane not getting to punch anyone in that All-Star Superman issue where she had powers for a day.

I Can't Believe I'm Doing This.

I had many motivations for starting a blog, just one of which was to build writing discipline so that I'll be able to sit down and write that novel/screenplay/comic book/play/book of gutwrenching poetry when I retire.

I've learned over the past year that, when motivated, I can sit down and pound out a few paragraphs. They will be somewhat coherent. From the response, it also seems that they can be entertaining.

I've also learned, without benefit of college classes, that I can construct an essay and get my point across to a reasonable number of the people reading it. Go me.

I haven't written much in the way of fiction, however.

And when I pictured myself retiring and settling down to a project, I came up with a few different kinds of project. Unsurprisingly, none of them were nonfiction.

This is the point in my life where I start to panic about that. In addition to my work duties (a few too many performance reviews are due very close to Thanksgiving where I work), and my online blogging addiction (I'm steady at two solo blogs, two group blogs, a linkblog, and a full themed BlogCarnival right now!), I convinced myself to pound out a comic book script. Because that is what all comic book fans who can't draw eventually do.

You can't see it.

I was five pages in when I decided to figuratively toss myself off the cliff.

I don't mean in-story, either.

I signed up for National Novel Writing Month.

If posting declines during November, you now know why.

(It's Karen's fault, she talked me into it!)

Can anyone tell me if Memphis services Oklahoma?

It's very likely, but there's always the hope that I'm wrong. And I could ask the clerk, but I'd rather have a chance to have my violent outburst before I'm in close proximity to a living target.

And don't worry about the cat. He can handle himself.

Holy Crap!

They did manage to get her origin down to one sentance.

Really, that's all a new reader needs to know about her.

Captioning Contest

(I've finally loaded my camera software. This is from May.)

WTF?!

I was doing a search and came upon this. Kalinara came upon this. Further searching found this and this.

Does anyone know why my stuff would appear on random Bravenet pages?

And what I can do to stop it?

Edit: Thanks guys, I reported them through Bravenet's abuse page. We'll see what happens.

Beefcake/Cheesecake Appreciation Week is still on!

And what would a Cheesecake Appreciation Week be without a link to the Fat Wonder Woman Blog?

I'm fond of the Marcelo Braga and the petite Mike Wieringo submissions.

I got a letter!

One of the three letters I sent to DC was about Wonder Woman, of course. I'd started out with a regular Wonder Woman letter, and ended up asking about stuff like toys, television specials and collections. I realized these were things that the monthly editor wouldn't have control over, so I adjusted and aimed for the top.

I addressed it to Paul Levitz himself.

His answer was in today's (well, yesterday's) mail. It was dated October 17th. That's really fast, since I only sent all three on the morning of the 13th.

He didn't say much specific, just that we'd get more trade paperbacks, and a Showcase edition next year. And to watch for other announcements in the spring.

Nothing on the other two, which were addressed to individual editors, but both were a little tounge-in-cheek. Okay, one was a lot tongue-in-cheek.

Still, the highest level I sent to gave me a personal answer. That's pretty cool.