Okay, I’m busy. But I’m trying.
I swear, I’m trying.
First off, I finished one of the stories I wrote of earlier. Its tentative title is “Journey”, but that reminds me too much of music I have no taste for, so I’ll probably change it rather quickly. It’s going to be the forth in a series of five stories. Set on the first intergalactic flight between Earth and Alpha Centari, the story tries to portray a small antithesis to what most speculative fiction tends to be: a socialist wetdream. So, no, there are no sing alongs about the ever knowledgeable elders who rule ever so justly or some idealized and borderline fascist super government that sent them out with only the intent of spreading happiness (cause, yeah, that’s exactly what Il Duce tried to do).
Ach! Politics!
Alright…I’m turning that off.
Anyway, the idea was to create a little world that functioned more like I thought a couple hundred year journey would function, i.e. as a real society. Stores, farms, lawyers, doctors, and (just like my main character) an accountant.
The entire thing was built on the idea of a really good twist (as James at work told me it was…so it must be), but I was suddenly caught up with the idea that the twist was little more than a punchline to a joke. I racked my brain and thought I came up with a decent ending. One that gives my main character, a woman, a decent ending and a small turning point in her life.
All in all, it probably needs another draft, but I’m happy with it as a whole, now to finish “Cockroach”, the first of the series that I had started before my hard drive crashed and lost. I’m almost up to where I left off with a fairly radically different approach (I think that I’d rather have my original, but oh well).
Until next time, folks.
