Although incredibly clean, like the rest of the ship, the floor in the corridor showed its age with scuff marks and scratches, the kind paint doesn’t hide. As she walked along, Kaylah tilted her head back to examine the conduits running overhead behind a series of grates. Several were taped together with what looked like duct tape.
I wasn’t standing in the Oval Office when it happened. Those upper echelons don’t know I exist. Didn’t, I mean.
I bet it was quite a shock, though – a hologram appearing out of nowhere just to the right of the Resolute desk? I would have loved to have seen the expressions on their faces. Did they think it a prank? Did they disbelieve their eyes for a split second?
You know bureaucrats. It took them way too long to figure out it was real – the message and the alien.
If the figure hadn’t been dressed in high fashion – as in Milan – would it have been so incongruous?
Here’s an idea from my journal. Let me know what you think in the comments, Facebook, email, contact form, whatever:
Rock climber in Colorado. He watches another climber shimmy up an iced face. The other climber makes a move so fast the watcher almost doesn’t catch it. But catch it he does. It was a move impossible for a human to make.
What does an alien do when stranded on a planet not his own? When he has a long life, and needs to hide out from crowds of people? Learns how to be a mountaineer, of course. Find out how one man learns his secret.
I’ve finished my second science fiction story. Not sure I’m happy enough with it to submit it, so I’m debating whether or not to shelve it, find a second- or third-tier market for it, or keep working on rewriting it.
Here’s an excerpt:
No news from the competition out of Glasgow. I have no idea whether they’ve accepted my short story into the anthology. Is no news bad news?
I suppose I need to sit on the story for a year, then assume they’ve foregone the rights to it? Er, I’d better go back and read the submission rules on rights.
It’s hard not to let this burn me on writing more short stories.
Here’s an excerpt from my writing journal, about space exploration:
“T minus 3 minutes”
Submitting a science fiction short story made me think of some my favorite authors, then and now, in the genre: Heinlein, Norton, H. Beam Piper, David Weber, Ernest Cline, Bujold, John Scalzi, and many more.
With Heinlein, I really like the first half of his work, the young adult adventures. Norton was a genius in conveying ideas with brevity yet telling a great action story. H. Beam Piper? What can I say — I’m a sucker for Fuzzies.
David Weber’s Honor Harrington is one of strongest female protagonists I’ve read in science fiction. It’s a fantastic universe he’s created, even if my eyes glaze over a little at the longer descriptions of the ships of battle.
Ernest Cline tied into almost every memory I have of the early years of computing and my own gaming experiences, not to mention tons of other pop cultural references of my childhood, all the while tying it to an exciting action story with a future not too far from the realm of possible.
Miles Vorkosigan is one the most flawed protagonists you’ll want to cheer on and on. Bujold really crafted a solid series.
I’ve submitted “Out of the Blue” to a competition out of Glasgow. It’s a science fiction short story with an emphasis on medical technology. I should know by the end of next month if the story has won or has been selected for the anthology.
Here’s a small excerpt:
He inched his way over uneven terrain. The ground continued to shake as the incoming shells worked their way westward, away from the rising blood-red sun. The filters on his helm were failing; he could taste the bitter sulfur of dust on his tongue.
I’m wrapping up work on a short story for a science fiction competition. The deadline is at the end of the month, and, if all goes well, my short story may come out in an anthology the latter half of this year.
Wish me luck. Feel free to pass along any encouragement you have.