Writers Fun Zone: Writing who I’m not!

writersfunzone-headerHere is a link to an article I wrote for writing coach and novelist Beth Barany: Writing What I Am Not.

http://www.writersfunzone.com/blog/2016/02/26/writing-not-david-strom/

I decided to write this article when a gay minister friend of mine gave me advice on my story starring Super Holly’s friend Fred “Flex” Lexington, the superpowered gay barbell boy with the ray of sunshine personality. I also discuss the advice I have received from women over the years about writing Super Holly. I am neither gay nor a woman, so I sought advice their advice. In this article, I say how I used it.

beth-baranyThank you, Beth. You are a great writer and an inspiration to us aspiring writers. Check out her site. And her weekly Blab chat every Wednesday at 2pm (I suggest you use Chrome for Blab).

 

Watch me pull a DC reboot outta my hat!

DC Comics is rebooting its universe again. Back to the roots. Lowered prices, twice-monthly comics. And starting them over at #1 again. Rumored to be cancelled: Midnighter (gay hero) and Starfire (fun superheroine). Sigh. I guess roots are kinda white male.

A little advice to DC Comics. To sell comic books, write good stories. I love Harley Quinn and Starfire (my usual taking the pulse of super heroines): fun writing! Why is Deadpool funny? Not because of the violence, or the sexual innuendo, or the swearing. It’s because the script is damn funny! (Yeah, I know, Hollywood won’t believe me.)

I’m tired of weathering comic book universe reboot storms and waiting for the storylines to settle down. What does the repeated reboot trick remind me of? Presto!

The Lone Ranger: A fifty year old steampunk cartoon!

Wikipedia says that the term “steampunk” was coined in the 1980s and is “a subgenre of science fiction and sometimes fantasy that incorporates technology and aesthetic designs inspired by 19th-century industrial steam-powered machinery.”

So I guess I watched steampunk cartoons in the 1960s: The Lone Ranger! Yeah, you young whippersnappers, I did steampunk before it was even called steampunk! Here’s a couple of goodies: The Iron Giant and The Human Dynamo. The music and the clomping feet of that giant still sound cool.

Michael Moore: My Superhero!

397-mooreMichael Moore is one of my heroes. He makes documentary movies starring working stiffs trying to make it but getting stiffed by one percenters. (One percenters make Super Holly’s bulletproof skin crawl.) Stiffed as in bankrupted by health care and school loans when every other industrial country in the world provides those as a right (go, Bernie!). And serve school lunch slop that no European kid would touch. And poison drinking water because a town’s population happens to be mostly black.

Huff, puff, wheeze! Now you know why I don’t blog about politics anymore, too depressing and preachy, who needs that? But Moore’s movie that is coming out Friday, Where To Invade Next, is said to be his funniest yet. Michael is ill this week (as in he was in intensive care), and he cannot do the usual TV shows to promote the movie. On his Facebook page, he asked little working stiffs like me to help out. For example:

Post reviews. Rottentomatoes gives it a 76 percent rating. Pretty good considering that one percenter lackeys turn into toxic waste when discussing Moore, like the old white fart reviewer from, surprise surprise, The Wall Street Journal. Holly needs to punch a few of those guys.

Post the trailer. Here it is. So watch the trailer. Then see the movie.

Why is Michael Moore a superhero? Because he fights for truth, laughter, and what ought to be the American way.

P.S. To you dittoheads and Trump-eaters out there (I made the second name up, sounds awful, right?), try to say one nasty word about Michael Moore on my territory, and not only will you fail to get on my blog, but I will steal your lines, put them into a disgusting supervillain’s mouth, and smile when I write Super Holly kicking the crap out of you. So don’t… wait a second. Do it. Please, please do it!

P.P.S. Maybe this supervillain should be licked into submission by the two little boy supers, the Puppy Boys. He (or she) would be a supervillain who corrupts school kids by feeding them super-sugary, disgusting school lunches. “Eat my super slop, kiddies and become my super-hyper ditto slaves, hahahaha!” (Inspired by how one of my cousin’s kids behaved when he drank two root beers while we tried to watch the Superbowl, I lost count of his couch backflips at a dozen.) I do not mind throwing out ideas. Dime a dozen.

P.P.P.S. In my P.S.s, you just watched me form a short story idea. I needed an opponent for the Puppy Boys, and Michael Moore’s fighting for the regular guy against the rich and their lackeys just inspired me! The writing creative process! Thanks, Michael! (Time will tell if this idea works out. Next step is to outline it.)

 

Boys inspire stories and raise blood pressure

Watched the Super Bowl at my cousin’s place, with his two little boys. They talked a bit loud, crashed toy cars together, threw stuffed animals, and otherwise raised their daddy’s blood pressure. At their bedtime, I read some of my stories to them. They are a good audience, and sometimes tough. Whenever they looked bored, I skipped slow talkie parts and read fast punching parts. Good to know when I write more kid superheroes.

They asked me if I might write them into one of my stories. I said I’m inspired by little boy behavior. Holly’s future little super-strong son should talk loud, somersault on the couch, dress and punch like Batman, throw toy cars through the wall, and otherwise drive mommy crazy.

P.S. Got another idea for a super kid. Puppy Boy, with doggie powers. A big power would be his long, snakey, licky tongue. Snoopy could defeat Lucy with his licking.

P.P.S. I am not scared to blab ideas. They’re a dime a dozen.