expecting standard X-Men fare.
At least if you’re planning to write a robot-romance.
I’m thinking about gold leaf diadems and when I say gold leaf, I mean that but I also mean golden leaves.
since nobody would ever want to read a story
about Clark Kent’s third warning from Perry White about
late deadlines and then watch Clark walk home from
work, tired, to a tiny apartment in downtown
Metropolis, where he
heats up a can of vegetarian baked beans in a tiny microwave,
and thinks about his poorly received first draft
and all of the other people on the Planet making fun of him
when they could be reading about Superman
saving the human race from Doomsday
without being human himself
you reason, and dig into a bowl of B&M before getting to work.
How can you say if you’ve experienced something if you can’t tell the difference between it and possibly a symptom of your disordered threat processing abilities?
I am almost positive that I’ve written about this in the past, probably back in April about Camp NaNoWriMo. It’s alright. I need to give myself a pep talk (though we get enough of those sent to our NaNo accounts as it is).