Yes- I am still doing NaNo. Yes- I crushed it at 9,113 words. But, for all my non-wordy friends who are tired of the NaNaRamaDingDong stuff…I have a different topic to chat about.
This is one for all you Superhero addicts.
The other night Tom and I were chillin’ and talking randomness that is so us when he asked me if I had a super power what would it be? Well, my immediate response was “The Word” where whatever I wrote would come to pass. But the more I thought about it, and, yes, I thought about it. I decided that I would NEVER want a super power.
Think about it for a second- to get said super power something terrible has to happen to you or someone close to you. You have to be orphaned and shipped to an unknown planet, bit by a radio active spider, witness your parents murders…blah, blah, blah. No. If that’s not bad enough you are assigned some freak-a-ziod who has decided that it is his/her mission to destroy you. Why? Cuz you got the power that is the opposite of their random genetic defect so you must fight to the death cuz…No thanks. What about a personal life? Huh? You don’t get one. You are always worried out that said freak-a-ziod will kill, kidnap, or brainwash any love interest you may have. I still haven’t figured out how they keep jobs. No, really. They are always getting called away on some world saving chore that no one can know about, and still manage to keep a job!
Nope. I do not want a super power. I will stay plain old Ticia. No extra stuff required. Iwill, however, write you into one of my novels if you mess with me. Muahahaha…*cough, cough, wheeze
WAIT! Ha! Maybe I’m the freak-a-zoid. Oooooo…I can work with that.
New Ink. Used Ideas. 