Okay, so, I’m sitting at this pub in New Zealand, right? Just your average day, burger in one hand, fries in the other, minding my business. The pub has like 17 tv screens, all tuned to the same channel, which is showing the Super Smash (NZ’s T20 cricket match thing). Whatever, I’m not here for the cricket, I’m here for the fries.
I'm halfway through my burger when I look up, right. And I’m pretty sure I felt the universe do a little snap in that moment. Because there, on the screen, is Clark and Bruce - batting.
And like, okay, maybe I’m not supposed to be this invested in a cricket match, but come on. It’s basically Superbat. In a T20 match. In New Zealand. At a pub. It’s like the world knew I needed this now and threw it at me like a cosmic baseball.
So here I am, eating my burger, staring at the screen, and the universe is like, “Here’s your next fic idea. Go ahead and write it.” And I’m sitting there, no joke, drafting the entire plotline in my head in real time. Like, I haven’t even finished chewing, and I’m already designing a Superbat cricket AU.
If you’re a fic writer, you know what I’m talking about. That moment when you see something so wild, so out of nowhere, that you instantly start crafting an entire world around it.
This is my life now. I’ve been gifted a Superbat cricket AU by fate and I’m not going to let it slip away. I’m going to spend the next few weeks writing 10,000 words of Clark and Bruce awkwardly playing cricket and falling in love while they do it. And I will not be taking any questions.
