One of my biggest fears about starting The Superhero Diaries is that Georgie/Gaia (the main character and narrator) would sound like a Delia clone.
It took me a while to get into Delia’s voice - my wonderful beta says it is because I was doing exams at the time, and so my head was in essay mode - but once I did her voice was clear to me. She’s very sweet, and what you might call an old soul. Despite the weirdness of the world around her, she’s used to it, and it doesn’t faze her much.
Despite being the same age as Delia (give or take a few months) Georgie comes across as being much younger - she’s going through the period of forced growing up that Delia went through several years earlier. Unlike Delia, who is an observer by her position and nature, Georgie is a world-changer by the nature of both her personality and the position/powers that have been thrust upon her as the newest Supe. She’s much drier in tone than Delia, plus I get to have fun using New Zealand slang and the like when she’s speaking. No more having to type “trunk” instead of “boot” and the like.
While I am enjoying writing The Superhero Diaries there is just one thing that really is a hassle: having to go Ctrl + I whenever I want to write fragments of a telepathic conversation.
Oh well. Writing the scenes and conversations between Georgie/Gaia and Santiago/Morph is worth it.
You okay up there?
The voice was in my head, but it wasn’t mine. I jumped just a fraction at the sound; I still wasn’t entirely used to being able to send and receive telepathic communications from a few certain people. A few months ago my mind had been mine, and mine alone, so it was still definitely a little awkward to have other people invading it.
Yeah, I sent back. I paused to wriggle my way through a dense part of the crowd. I guess you could say I’m still not used to this skin, even if it is mine.
Laughter echoed through the telepathic link. I hear you. I still get that feeling now and again.
You’re a shapeshifter, Morph. Of course you feel so out of place in your own skin – you’re in and out of so many of them I almost forget which ones are actually yours.
That earned me more laughter. Okay, okay. Time to get serious now. Can you spot me?
Not with Andre the Giant’s sister in front of me.
Originally published at Working Title. Please leave any comments there.