Superheroes and the Villains Who Make Them (In honor of Salt Lake Comic Con ) By Amy Maida Wadsworth I’ve always related to Spider-Man—not because I’m particularly brilliant or fascinated with arachnids, but because there is a side of me that often feels socially awkward, and it takes a mask (fiction, maybe?) to make me feel like I understand people and have some control over my environment. I also relate with underdogs. In fact, most of my favorite fictional characters are underdogs—the underestimated Katniss Everdeen ( The Hunger Games ), the overlooked Julian Delphiki ( Ender’s Shadow ), and the pushed-aside Connor Lassiter ( Unwind ). Psychoanalyze that . Superhero stories have stood the test of time because all of the characters are relatable—they represent an accelerated, concentrated version of the everyday good guy. Iron Man is a wealthy playboy who seems cool and collected—but, deep down, he’s scared of vulnerability and loss. Superman wants to save the world—b
Something happened to me when I graduated from college. Perhaps it reveals all of the deep, dark feelings I've had about myself and my inability to accomplish my personal goals through the years, but somehow I felt more... legitimate after my graduation. Amazing how such a small--but expensive--piece of paper can change so many things. So, I've separated my "professional" blog and my "personal" blog. This web address will now contain blogs about my writing, and editing adventures. For more personal posts--about my family, my faith, and my educational pursuits--you will have to go to amymaysmusings.blogspot.com
I want to get organized. I woke up early this morning without setting an alarm, and all I could think about was how to organize the girls' bedroom. I moved furniture around in my head, tried to picture different colors of paint on the walls, tried to figure out a way to keep as much of our furniture as possible without encouraging the cluttered feeling that permeates my entire house. I'm not sure it's possible. The house is small and I have no storage and everyone in my house is a packrat. It doesn't help that none of us like to clean. I have to get creative because I have to make due with what I have. Limited budget, limited strength, limited energy. I've got three dressers downstairs that are entirely different in style and color. The carpet needs to be replaced. I would love to gut the place and start over, but that's just not an option. I feel like my house is a reflection of how I feel personally. I feel cluttered. It's time to clean the cob
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