Plot outlines, anti-Hovis and a wee shot of Limmy.

It’s been a quiet one today, I’ve not looked for any work, usually don’t on a friday anyway. Figured that people are too busy looking forward to the weekend to bother looking at a CV, it’s more likely to slip out of mind or just be deleted by someone in a grumpy mood looking at the clock and wishing it would go faster. So I annoy them on a monday morning, hoping that they’ve spent the last two days and a night recuperating and relaxing so they’re ready to face the new week and not nursing a hangover and feeling bitter at having to get up before even the sun itself is properly awake.

I’ve thought more about the story I’m going to do for NaNoWriMo and jotted down a few notes. It’s going to be a superhero story with delusions of grandeur. The rough idea is that a guy is chased by a gang, he runs away and ends up getting knocked down by a car, spending a couple of months in a coma. I’m looking for a bit of realism in the story, so he doesn’t wake up and suddenly he’s Superman overnight. Nah, in real life people are lucky if they aren’t badly brain damaged after spending so long unconscious, so it’s going to start off with him being unable to talk, trying to recall memories, and a period of physical therapy as his muscles have atrophied and he can barely walk to start with. But he gets better, slightly quicker than a normal person but nothing exceptional, then he keeps on getting better. You all know this bit: he’s stronger, fitter, more alert, all culminating in him finding out he can fly. He won’t be able to hear or see like a superhero as I have this idea of him sitting in his flat, getting RSS feeds from different news sites and responding that way.

To begin with though he’ll be reluctant to help anyone out at all, he doesn’t want the publicity or the responsibility, and thinks it’ll cause more hassle than it’s worth. He’s Scottish, as it’s what I know, and I didn’t want him flying for Uncle Sam either. The idea of the world’s first and only superhero coming from a country with a population smaller than a lot of cities seems more intriguing than a farm boy or high school kid that rides a nice yellow bus to school. And I know sweet fuck all about Liechtenstein, so Scotland it is. With invulnerability comes the opportunity to make some easy money, namely flying down south, finding out where the local drug dealer is, and robbing him. Cash in hand, free drugs and nobody that’s going to look too hard to bring the culprit to justice. Eventually sitting by the wayside is going to have to stop, and some form of natural disaster is going to force him out into the open, and shortly after that he’ll be unmasked. I’m trying to think of what would happen if a masked superhero appeared tomorrow, what would happen? Probably that everyone would go apeshit. Who is he? What does he want? Is he human? Ally/Threat? Like if a walking, talking nuclear bomb started wandering around, people would be worried.

I’m trying to avoid it being a Mary Sue story. There’s nationality and gender, but I’m trying to limit it at that. He’ll be a painfully average guy, but not a bullied teen or shortarse weakling, who gets handed a ton of power and tries to be decent about it. Might as well mention just now that there will be no supervillian, and no kryptonite, no weaknesses at all. I’m not looking at it as something that will ever have a sequel, so this invincible man is going to appear in the world and we’ll see what happens next. I have an ending already thought up, but I’m keeping that to myself. Dunno if 50,000 words is going to cut it, it should though, hopefully.

Now onto food: I’d pigged out a fair bit over the past couple of weeks, not too worried about it. No point seeing it as a big setback or slip-up, I couldn’t be arsed making proper meals for me and my brothers, not that they were bothered either. What I have done is decided to cut bread out of my diet. There’s no chocolate or crisps in the house, so I used to make sandwiches as a snack, and if there was nothing decent to use as a filling I’d have it without, just some butter and sauce. Not very imaginative but it tasted alright. So no bread means no snacks, and as it was always white loaves (brown isn’t as good, let’s face it) it meant I was having the unhealthiest bread I could eat, even if it was the best tasting. Been about three days now, which is the longest I’ve went in recent memory without any, and I can’t see me slipping up any time soon. Even to me it sounded a bit like one of those daft fads you hear about, but I figured that no bread = no unneeded calories, no extra condiments, no butter or margarine, and no pointless snacking. At the end of the day, it was the stuff I was using to wrap round far healthier foods like tuna or chicken, I’m not losing much.

Also been swithering on what to do about the blog, if I should try some different layouts to jazz it up or something, not got a clue right now so it’s a work in progress, I rather like the dark, empty style…  I’ll finish with my first embedded video, enjoy!