I'm still on target for Spawn in the USA, which is both cool and slightly surprising. I must admit that some bits are probably going to get flagged for a major rewrite, as they feel like I'm describing an elephant while blindfolded. I have the basics, but not the underlying understanding yet. We shall see.
Went on a random walk through LJ, following friends trails through users in random communities. And fuck me, I'm scared. The number of teenaged girls who think that a "fandom" is the most important thing to have, and who don't seem to realise that there is more to life than posting random bollocks based on a television program, video game or over-hyped bunch of badly-written drivel.
And the fanfic! Oh, $DEITY the fanfic. I forced myself to read some, you know. In the name of
I will never understand this level of obsession. Never. It goes against just about everything I understand about writing. So rather than trying to, I'm sat here with a bottle of 15% French antifreeze, slowly killing my brain and looking for ideas. Fandoms as hive minds? No; it's already been done by reality. Artemis Hemmingway versus the Fangirl Squee Army of Horror! Yeah. That fucking works. There's something about having a pulp hero I can use as a rant mouthpiece that's so very nice.
On an entirely different note, I can still see leila_child's teeth marks in my arm. Though having a slightly numb hand may have advantages, if ever I work out what they are.