Science Fiction

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One of my favorite genres is science fiction. I like the scope and the imagination of most works in the genre.  Most of all, I like the ideas — the sociological and the technological.

For my own stories, I have several ideas and works in progress.

  • The Salvage project: A young girl comes of age, longing for a home, for love and security after discovering her dreams of lost space derelicts are real – and the gift is dangerous.
  • Out of the Blue: In a future world, when a scared, poor young soldier bravely uses proscribed medical nanites on the battlefield to save a fallen comrade, he is found out and faces a court-martial and a dishonorable discharge.


  • Biz Space: Alien merchants make first contact with the American President and his cabinet
  • George: George has the unlikely talent of being a temporary telepath.  For whatever reason, he can read minds in close proximity for only one hour
  • Future Faith Universe: What happens to peoples’ faiths and religions after humankind spreads to the stars and Sol goes nova unexpectedly?

Last updated: August 11, 2018 at 13:40 pm


Latest News

  • A milestone of a finished draft… of part 1 (12/11/2018)

    I’ve completed a draft of the first part of the first episode of the Salvage project. May not seem much, but it took a great deal of honing my writing craft to get here.

    If you’re interested in being a beta reader, let me know. I will — hopefully — cruise to the novel’s midpoint by early next year. The time I’ve taken to hone the plot and supporting scenes should really help.

  • Salvage: Emmett and Ship (11/17/2018)

    Dim lights flickered on, illuminating curved metal walls extending into darkness. While he waited, he put one hand on the smooth metal, envisioning the giant struts just outside, encasing the tube and holding the water tanks fast to the body of Brio’s Hope.
    From down the corridor came soft sounds, a light series of tapping soon followed by tiny green lights swirling around the tube, moving closer. Soon he could see the crowd of centipede-like robots spiraling around the corridor walls, the cleaning brushes sweeping around conduit and pipe. They soon streamed around him, on their way to their docking stations.

  • Salvage Project: The Drone (10/17/2018)

    The drone shot out of Brio’s starboard port.  The shimmering light of the FTL bubble danced and shivered as it curved around the hull. Inside the ship in a narrow access alcove near the water tanks, Emmett and Mr. Davis watched its progress on a small holographic display.  A collection of manual controls, unneeded for now, ranged below.

  • Writing Status: Improving Plot Structure for Salvage, Ep. 1 (9/26/2018)

    So, sometimes a writer has to tighten her belt, er, plot.   Did I mention my unique talent for making a short story very, very long?  Turns out that’s something to rein in to create a great story.

    After research, thought, and analysis, I’ve tightened up the plot for Salvage’s episode 1.


  • Kaylah and the Doctor (9/22/2018)

    “So, Kili, want a treat?” The doctor held out a jar of lollipops.

    It’s “Kaylah.” She shook her head.  Does he think I’m three?

    A flicker of a frown crossed his face.  “Suit yourself.”

    They were not alone in the cramped medical bay.  Beyond the doctor the medical assistant checked supplies with deft, efficient movements.  The younger man had short hair that spiked up in the oddest directions.  His lip curled up in an odd way on one side, yet, when he had glanced her way…

    He seems friendly. More than the doctor, anyway.  I wonder what— 

    “How are you enjoying your trip so far?” The doctor offered a false smile.

    “It’s okay,” she said softly. I wish Mom had stayed with me. She shifted uneasily.

    “It can be scary leaving home for some people.”  He leaned forward and pressed his hands together at the fingertips.

    Who does that steepling thing? 

    “It’s no big deal,” she said aloud.

    “Do you miss Earth?”

    Well, duh, it was my home, all I ever knew.  She shrugged.

    Behind the doctor the assistant medic looked over his shoulder at her and rolled his eyes.  Her mouth twitched a little, and the burning sensation in her stomach eased.

    The doctor continued, “Space is really big. Does it bother you?”

    “No.”  What, he can’t use big words? Wait– didn’t he even check my file? My space stuff is all over it.

    “How about ship life? Others onboard?” He asked, now scrutinizing the tablet in front of him.

    The lights overhead seemed really bright, almost harsh.  Why is he asking about that stuff?

  • Salvage, Episode 1: The Ship (9/19/2018)

    For right now, the ship in episode 1 of the Salvage Project is called Brio’s Hope.  Here’s a little backstory and detail on the ship from my notes.


  • Salvage Excerpt: Water (4/18/2018)

    “Passengers had a water leak an hour ago.” The air suddenly seemed to sharpen.
    Water had been critical to interstellar travel from the beginning. Reclamation tech had never lived up to its promise, and building craft with large enough water supply tanks proved too expensive for most. So, ships like the Pinoche carried less water, relying on carefully planned stops along the route to collect ice.

  • Salvage Project Excerpt (3/21/2018)

    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 strode along, the worn metal grating beneath her feet rattled occasionally.  Kaylah tipped her head back to examine the conduits running overhead behind a series of grates.  Several were taped together with what looked like duct tape.

    “A budget ride is a budget ride,” a family friend had warned as they said their last goodbyes back on Earth.  He had added earnestly, “but it will get you there in one piece.  The captain’s a good man.”

    “Whatever that means,” Kaylah thought.  She pulled her coat tighter.  The air smelled musty but better than in the passenger rec area.   On any given day, when too many of the unwashed crammed into the converted cargo hold… Her nose crinkled in disgust.  She understood the need for limited water rationing, but she didn’t have to like it.

  • Snippet from the Salvage Project (2/21/2018)

    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.

  • Journal Snippet: 1st Hour in 1st Person (11/4/2017)

    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?

  • Story Trailer/Idea: Colorado, Mountain Climbing, and… Alien? (10/8/2016)

    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.

  • Writing Excerpt (8/6/2016)

    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:

  • In Progress: A Second Nanite Short Story (7/23/2016)

    One of the ideas I had for the first competition I entered concerned nanites. My second idea for a medicine-related short story also involved nanites in a very different setting.

    Here’s an excerpt from the draft of the second short story I’ve prepared:

  • Nanite Short Story in Black Hole? (4/30/2016)

    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.

  • From the Journal: Space Exploration (4/19/2016)

    Here’s an excerpt from my writing journal, about space exploration:

    “T minus 3 minutes”

  • Science Fiction Authors (2/24/2016)

    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.

  • Nanite Story Completed and Submitted (2/20/2016)

    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.

  • Nanite Short Story Nears Completion (2/13/2016)

    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.