Some of my friends say that I am too critical. More often than not I’m there to tell you why a particular movie/book/tv show was bad. At work they say, “Jeffrey doesn’t care for most things.”
Now that saying is something of an exaggeration. I like a lot of things. I just want them to make sense and follow, at least, their internal logic. Many people have railed against “Prometheus” and how stupid the scientists were. Well, at least they were all consistent. Yeah, the black goo couldn’t make up its mind on how it wanted to work–though I have explanations on each occurence–but really, for me, that movie was about David.
But I digress.
What is comes down to is that I like logic. Meaning, keep the changes to our reality at a minimum. Unless you can provide a really good reason for the change. For instance, when a gun shoots someone and they go flying back twenty feet. Really? REALLY?! How did the shooter not have his arm ripped off from the same amount of force flying backward?
Well, this kind of thinking as started to cause a problem for me as an author. I feel like I’m losing my creativity. When I go in to write a fun scene and want some awesome to happen, my brain can’t get past the reality of the situation. How can my character perform this cool action scene, when everything I can think of breaks my personal belief of logic.
Better example. I love Steam Punk. Which I think most nerds/geeks do. It’s got great style and the gears and steam are just too cool. So I wanted to inject a bit of that concept into my novel. Something like fantastical technology/machinery.
Then my logic starts getting in the way.
Well that machine wouldn’t actually be able to do that because of x. It would be awesome if my character could create a machine that does y! Oh, but that’s not how the science works. So therefore machine y couldn’t be made.
And it’s driving me insane. I honestly believe I’m going for logic at the expense of creativity.
Some how I need to be able to drag my logical brain out back and shoot it. Then I can let my inner child run free and make up whatever it wants. Going for whatever is cool and makes the story fun. Screw real science. Pump a guy full of deadly Gamma Rays and watch him grow into a big green man!
See, if Marvel can do it, why can’t I?