>The two leading charecters both even started out as V&V charecters.
Oh, I didn't know that! Cool.
> Of course, my only concern now adays is that DW is so much better
> known (and more than a touch better written, thank's to Bob's
> professional writing experiances)
I wonder how many people I surprised at AXNY when I rattled off my writing qualifications. I didn't even mention that I was a creative writing major at Princeton (class of '84 for those who are counting, yes, I knew Brooke Shields, no, I didn't know David Duchovny, and Dean Cain was after my time). I still find it odd myself that I started writing fanfiction after I joined the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America...
> that some people might think I ripped
> his idea off.
Well, in that case, I ripped off Twister and Ed Becerra (hi, Ed! You out there reading this yet?). Don't worry about it at all.
Actually, you bringing that up reminds me of a fic that came out just before I put out the first installment of DW2 -- somebody dropped his Champions character into BGC -- some goon with a battlesuit and gravity powers. It was awful. And I sat there looking at it and saying to myself, "this stinks, and people are going to accuse me of copying it." But of course, no one did.
Thank god.
One reason Doug's arrival is structured the way it is, by the way, is because of this old fic. The insert character literally dropped into the middle of a Sabers-boomers fight, helped them kick ass, and got automatic acceptance as a friend by the Sabers. Then he said to them (and I remember this word-for-word), "You guys got gravity tech? No? You want some?"
And I just sat there with my head in my hands, moaning "no, no, no, that's not how you do it."
I really have to find that fic again. I wonder if I kept a copy in my archives.
Anyway, time to stop my sleep-deprived ramblings. Welcome to the forum, Star Ranger 4 -- and I gotta figure out what you did to get the cool little animated icon by your name. Almost certainly an option I've overlooked...
-- Bob
---------
Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
Oh, I didn't know that! Cool.
> Of course, my only concern now adays is that DW is so much better
> known (and more than a touch better written, thank's to Bob's
> professional writing experiances)
I wonder how many people I surprised at AXNY when I rattled off my writing qualifications. I didn't even mention that I was a creative writing major at Princeton (class of '84 for those who are counting, yes, I knew Brooke Shields, no, I didn't know David Duchovny, and Dean Cain was after my time). I still find it odd myself that I started writing fanfiction after I joined the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America...
> that some people might think I ripped
> his idea off.
Well, in that case, I ripped off Twister and Ed Becerra (hi, Ed! You out there reading this yet?). Don't worry about it at all.
Actually, you bringing that up reminds me of a fic that came out just before I put out the first installment of DW2 -- somebody dropped his Champions character into BGC -- some goon with a battlesuit and gravity powers. It was awful. And I sat there looking at it and saying to myself, "this stinks, and people are going to accuse me of copying it." But of course, no one did.
Thank god.
One reason Doug's arrival is structured the way it is, by the way, is because of this old fic. The insert character literally dropped into the middle of a Sabers-boomers fight, helped them kick ass, and got automatic acceptance as a friend by the Sabers. Then he said to them (and I remember this word-for-word), "You guys got gravity tech? No? You want some?"
And I just sat there with my head in my hands, moaning "no, no, no, that's not how you do it."
I really have to find that fic again. I wonder if I kept a copy in my archives.
Anyway, time to stop my sleep-deprived ramblings. Welcome to the forum, Star Ranger 4 -- and I gotta figure out what you did to get the cool little animated icon by your name. Almost certainly an option I've overlooked...
-- Bob
---------
Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.