Premise is basically that through a series of extraordinary coincidences, a young woman is left wondering if she really has superpowers or whether she merely has the strength to help others around her.
Perhaps it's not birthrites and toxic accidents that create superheroes, perhaps it's really just the strength within us to make things right in the world.
She has her own problems, her husband was killed in a drunk driving accident. She consistently blames herself for it, wonders why she couldn't have saved him if she may or may not have the power to save others.
As we see her through these coincidences, things that are very much a part of every day life, that make you wonder... are some of us a little more blessed or do we just happen to be in the right place at the right time.
7.26.2006
7.24.2006
kicking around (idea 1)
*(couple in a car)
If you had any superpower what would it be?
like what? marvel or dc?
anything.
I'd blow up car speakers. You know, all those idiots who think we need to listen to their shitty taste in music with the added pleasure of deafening themselves? Yeah, I'd blow those up. Speaking of the Devil... (car booming music rolls up)... perfect example... boom (BOOM!)... shit.
What the hell was that?
Never happened like that before...
Before?
*(therapy session)
You know why you're here, it's not your fault he's gone you know. You can't control accidents.
They always say that... everyone says that. But if I couldn't control it, then who do I blame? How do I deal?
You have to find that strength in yourself. If you look hard enough, you'll find it's there. It's in all of us.
(gets up from the couch)
(drops a check for 100 bucks on the desk)
Thanks a bunch, keep the change.
(door shuts behind her)
*(sitting at her computer, ashtray full of butts next to her)
It's been 6 months and things aren't any easier. I still come home to an empty house and work over in my head how if I hadn't sent him to the store for tampons he might be home with me. I might not be killing myself slowly with all these damn cigarettes.
He always fought me when I asked him to buy them for me. Maybe he was right, I'd take cramps and errands over all of this any day
(IM pops up. GrandExalted-)
Maybe you could have stopped it, but it's too late. Maybe you can find that strength afterall, or you could just make a beer run and wallow. Up to you.
Beer sounds good. Thanks.
*(walking to the store)
(under the light we see what looks like a couple making out as she gets closer we realize it's a rape and the man is covering the mouth of the woman who is trying desparately to scream. Flash to her eyes and a glimpse of the hand over the woman's mouth, tear falling. Flash to HER, eyes narrowed)
If you had any superpower what would it be?
like what? marvel or dc?
anything.
I'd blow up car speakers. You know, all those idiots who think we need to listen to their shitty taste in music with the added pleasure of deafening themselves? Yeah, I'd blow those up. Speaking of the Devil... (car booming music rolls up)... perfect example... boom (BOOM!)... shit.
What the hell was that?
Never happened like that before...
Before?
*(therapy session)
You know why you're here, it's not your fault he's gone you know. You can't control accidents.
They always say that... everyone says that. But if I couldn't control it, then who do I blame? How do I deal?
You have to find that strength in yourself. If you look hard enough, you'll find it's there. It's in all of us.
(gets up from the couch)
(drops a check for 100 bucks on the desk)
Thanks a bunch, keep the change.
(door shuts behind her)
*(sitting at her computer, ashtray full of butts next to her)
It's been 6 months and things aren't any easier. I still come home to an empty house and work over in my head how if I hadn't sent him to the store for tampons he might be home with me. I might not be killing myself slowly with all these damn cigarettes.
He always fought me when I asked him to buy them for me. Maybe he was right, I'd take cramps and errands over all of this any day
(IM pops up. GrandExalted-)
Maybe you could have stopped it, but it's too late. Maybe you can find that strength afterall, or you could just make a beer run and wallow. Up to you.
Beer sounds good. Thanks.
*(walking to the store)
(under the light we see what looks like a couple making out as she gets closer we realize it's a rape and the man is covering the mouth of the woman who is trying desparately to scream. Flash to her eyes and a glimpse of the hand over the woman's mouth, tear falling. Flash to HER, eyes narrowed)
comic con
I was asked several times this weekend at the Con why I don't have my own comic. I have excuses.
I can draw, but I would want to detail the art to such an extent before I'm happy with it that I would lose track of the goal. OR I haven't pinned down an idea yet. Those are both such cop out answers to a question I have tossed around quite a bit over the last several years though there are solutions. Simple ones. I know artists. Artists who love comics but aren't currently involved in one have mentioned interest in the idea.
Maybe the timing is right. Maybe I should try kicking around just one idea and see where it goes. This blog will be that journey. Disregard the format, it's more for me at this point.
I can draw, but I would want to detail the art to such an extent before I'm happy with it that I would lose track of the goal. OR I haven't pinned down an idea yet. Those are both such cop out answers to a question I have tossed around quite a bit over the last several years though there are solutions. Simple ones. I know artists. Artists who love comics but aren't currently involved in one have mentioned interest in the idea.
Maybe the timing is right. Maybe I should try kicking around just one idea and see where it goes. This blog will be that journey. Disregard the format, it's more for me at this point.
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