I was on book tour, driving a rental car up through West Virginia when someone aggressively cut me off in traffic. I got very annoyed at this person, which is not something I normally do. I’m usually pretty easygoing, but this time I thought to myself, “Well, random person, it’s a good thing I don’t have super powers—because if I did, I’d totally blow your car off the road.” Then I thought: “That’s horrifying that I would even think of doing that to a random stranger!”
Any time that I get horrified like that makes me realize that there’s a story there somewhere. So I spent the rest of the drive thinking about what would really happen if I had super powers. Would I go out and be a hero, or would I just start doing whatever I wanted to? Would it be a good thing or a bad thing? I also remembered the old adage: Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.
I’ve enjoyed the superhero genre quite a bit during my years, and as a writer I’m generally looking to do something similar to stories I’ve loved in the past. At the same time, something in me rebels at just doing “the same thing” again. This is the conflict of fan against artist inside me—and the result is usually that I spend time thinking about a genre of stories, and try to find a take on it that feels fresh and original. It’s like having my cake and eating it too! I feel that I can add something to the genre, giving people a new story, yet also incorporate some of the things I love about the genre—the things that make it really work.