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This index has a huge bunch of sub-indexes all its own. It's currently undergoing massive work but in many places you'll find a lot of info. The character index is coming along as I complete the synopses. Explore!
WELCOME to Wonder Woman Central. I'm trying to put a little of everything of interest to ME, ME, ME here, and you'll notice that there's a bit more opinion stated than you'd find, say, in the Essential Wonder Woman Encyclopedia.
Currently I'm working on issue synopses for the post-Crisis era. As I go through the material, I'm getting other indices done. There is a "Lives of Steve Trevor" index in the planning stage as well as an all-inclusive "Who is Donna Troy?" expose. THAT will take some work!
Say, what was that path that good intentions pave?
These section front pages attempt to display what my claim to fame is. When applicable, of course. You'd think with my WW fanaticism there'd be something but there really ain't.
Oh, I've come close. First rejection I ever got from DC (and I think it was from Nelson Bridwell; someday I do have to file that letter so I can find it!) was when I was in sixth grade and had written a sloppy story proposal and script in which Mon-El of the Legion met this cute new girl who dressed in my favorite dress and was a telekinetic, and they both fell in love. Nelson gently rejected the idea, and about four years ago it struck me that my fantasy series, Three Worlds, is indeed that very idea, grown up and mutated with an extra head.
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No, I'm not off-track. In 1972 I was absolutely mad about Diana Prince! The concept was so fresh, so different, so invigorating! I was stuck at a sorta summer camp for the "gifted and/or talented" (we called ourselves "and/or's"), NC Governor's School, that year, so I began working on this huge treatise about how DC should treat Wonder Woman to make the most of her. This was helped a couple years later by acquiring the Ms. book, Wonder Woman, which not only gave me my first real look at WW's Golden Age but also an "interpretive essay" by Phyllis Chesler, who explained that there were indeed historical Amazons and that the world had once been run by women (both theories are open to a LOT of debate).
But I was off. Of course I designed scads of costumes for Diana, but I also brought in the entire population of Paradise Island. I showed how a general would dress compared to a lowly private. How an Amazon doctor (remember Amazon technology?) would dress, how an intern would. What an Amazon ambassador would wear that would hearken back to historical Amazon days. What Amazon kids wore. Who was related to whom. Who had kids, who had mothers on the Island? Everything was multi-ethnic of course because we already had an entire island of white young women and SOMETHING was needed to add interest.
I was quite proud of the origins I came up with for the Amazons and Wonder Family which incorporated everything in the comic, fit neatly into DCU mythology, and formed the basis for future plotlines. It reiterated the use of Amazon Training: a physical, mental and spiritual regimen that gave the Amazons immortality, super-strength, and the ability to glide on air. The better person you were, ethics-wise, the more power you had.
I worked for a long time on the project, researching and creating. Finally grabbing the largest envelope I could find, I sent everything off to DC.
It was returned to me. The ever-patient Nelson Bridwell was quite polite again to this over-enthusiastic fangirl. He congratulated me for my work and said that DC had been considering incorporating a lot of my ideas into the book, but the decision had just been made that the scenario in the WW book was going to shift to mirror the WWII developments on this new TV show that was coming out.
Which is just a minor reason why I didn't like the show. I mean, besides the fact that Lynda Carter couldn't act her way out of a paper bag, that the networks were in their Spandex era, and... Oh, don't get me started.
(Some of these ideas were reworked into a novel, Amazon Magic, which I'm currently shopping around.)
By the time the Silver Age ended, though, the Amazons at least were referring to Themiscyra, a bit of "legitimate" Amazon history. I didn't think it came from me as that info is pretty much readily available to the beginning researcher. But it might have.
But then came Crisis and Perez relaunched Wonder Woman. (Have you noticed, it's like no one else was involved? It's always "Perez's Wonder Woman.") Someone told me that he'd used some stuff from my package as background material for her. It was probably at Charlotte's HeroesCon that I had the chance to meet George and he did indeed confirm that he'd read a copy of my missive and it had influenced him. Golly!
So I guess that's my contribution. At the very least, it was a heapin' helpin' of egoboo.
Someone also told me that He Whose Name Must Not Be Invoked had taken some stuff from the same package, but I don't really believe that. I refuse to! Really, that would have taken place so incredibly long after I sent the stuff to DC that the paper must be mouldering somewhere and unreadable.
And of course Phil Jimenez used a name that was suspiciously like mine when naming a Nazi villain during his run.
Over the years I have managed to get a few letters published in the ol' book. For a while I published a Wonder Woman fanzine, Hola!, in which a lot of very enthusiastic WW fans found a creative outlet. Among them was Robert Rodi, author of What They Did to Princess Paragon, a hilarious send-off of comics fans and Wonder Woman and comics publishers that have no idea what to do with their characters. Hiya, Bob, wherever you are. (Chicago, isn't it?)
Lotsa stuff to plug into this section, and so little time. Just remember that Themyscira wasn't built in a day. I do have a life.
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