Holly in the barber chair.

Batton Lash is doing wonderful work for me, as you can see below. I did ask that the barber look a little irked (he’s my real-life barber, first name is Lash, no relation to Batton). Ah, this will be a FINE cover for my short story! Holly looks impatient, and that is Holly!

P.S. I just posted a reply to a post on Hugh Howey’s blog. Scroll down, I am number 17 or so to reply. My take on writing for an audience.

DAVE STROM COVER COMP

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I knew there was a pattern here.

I stumbled across an interview Paul Dini had with Kevin Smith about why Cartoon Network does not want female audiences. Or even older boys. Just young hyperactive boys.

http://io9.com/paul-dini-superhero-cartoon-execs-dont-want-largely-f-1483758317

So that’s why they cancelled Young Justice, Beware the Batman, and the rebooted Thundercats. And why I am watching less Teen Titans Go: that is beginning to feel like there is no there there. No continuity, no development, just fast goofy jokes. It is possible to eat too much sugar.

This actually gives me hope when I write about Holly the superheroine. I remember Stan Freberg, who did the funniest, wittiest, and shoot-product-sales-way-up-est commercials of all time. He discussed how he determined if his commercials would work (not an exact quote below, but close):

When you show the commercial to the top executives, and they shift uncomfortably in their chairs, it’s probably pretty good. And if ALL the blood drains outta their faces… (Stan nodded, winked into the camera, and made the OK sign with his hand).

P.S. There is one CN cartoon with nearly all female superheroes: Steven Universe. Except the main character is still a boy. And that cartoon has not grabbed me yet.

Young young?

I’m watching Star Wars II. And I finally know what bugs me about the word “younglings. Adding the “ling” suffix to a noun makes it a young version of that noun.

Therefore, youngling = young young person.

I believe I remember a Harlan Ellison essay, where some TV producers rewrote his script to call a star a “solar star.” Ouch.

I need to write some writing.

Okay, my next short story is ready to go.

It is about Holly having the worst bad hair day of all time.

I spent the last two days rewriting it as per my editor’s edits and comments. I had decided not to go out on New Year’s Eve. Or today. I knew I’d feel better about not going to a party last night if I finished the final rewrite on my story. And I do. (BONUS: I just found a new season of Survivorman playing on Discovery Channel! YES!)

Funny how stories get longer. I cut out a useless scene at the start. But I added a few more visuals, as per my editors suggestions. I put in the huge majority of her edits, although I did not cut Holly batting her eyes at Cal, and carrying out of the barbershop: “Take me away in your big, black Intellecta-car!”

I’ll wait for the cover art and figure out how to put this on Kindle and the like. I’ll also send some PDFs to some friends soon. But for now, I watched Les Stroud. He’d be a great superhero. Able to survive in any environment. Wait, he can already do that.