Musings on writing and superpowers

It would be really good if I could write faster. I started writing after breakfast this morning, continued up to lunch, picked it up again after lunch, wrote on and off till dinner, then hoofed over to the coffee joint and wrote until about 9:00 pm. I don't know how many hours that was, but it was a bunch, and I needed all of them to make my goal of 20 pages today. That's one of the reasons that, if I couldn't have Superman's powers, I would want the Flash's. Because he's very fast, you see. That's his whole thing. If Barry Allen were a writer instead of a police scientist, I bet he could have written 20 pages in, like, three seconds.

Also, he can vibrate through walls.

If I were the Flash, I'd have written a trilogy before lunch, and then vibrated through a bunch of walls.

Green Lantern is pretty cool, too, but I don't know how having a power ring would help me as a writer.

I'm tired on account of writing all day. Maybe a bit punchy.

Also, I have a cold. I got it last night, one of those times that you feel fine one minute and then it's like, "Hey, wait a minute, all of a sudden ... yeah, I just now came down with a cold."

I imagine both Flash and Green Lantern were susceptible to colds.

Superman, not so much.

Superman's pretty fast, too.

It must be nice to be Superman, but I bet he thinks his poop don't stink.