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Space is taking too long.

Where are the imagined vessels and technologies Asimov, Heinlein, and Clarke promised? The exhilarating lands beyond the stars with their tantalizing secrets woven like tapestries across the pages. The Hero’s and Heroine’s pushed to the extreme both physically and mentally, forced to perform under the most extreme of pressures. Some ended in failure and despair, but those that managed to succeed proved time and again that we, the human race, are capable of anything.

 

Instead, we seem to be drudging along in the stone age of fossil fuels. Our space programs gone now, we have to hitch a ride with Russia to get out of orbit. I realize it may not have been the biggest money maker but the non-monetary benefits were, and could be, even more impressive.

We as a species have conquered this planet. We bend or break everything to our will, from the tiniest cricket to the tallest mountain, for better or for worse. If we can accomplish what we have just over the past 2000 years, there’s no reason that we can’t use that strength to spread our grasp throughout the stars!

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It’s about time, slacker.

I’m finally writing a blog. The thought’s crossed my mind on several occasions over the past few years. But a combination of procrastination, self doubt, and if I’m being completely honest, laziness kept my greatness from being spread throughout the land!

All joking aside, this is new for me. I love to write, but it’s typically a short story or a boorish attempt at a full length work. Those I can tuck away in plastic tubs when I’m inevitably disappointed with weak characters or by plots with more holes than a seine net. From my understanding this blog stuff’s out there for all to see, for as long as the internet’s around anyways. Which by my estimations should be another 10-12 years. Minimum. 

Although I have no idea what I’m doing, it is kind of fun. I know it’s more than a little nutty for a guy that dropped out of High School in tenth grade not once, but twice to have aspirations of being a writer. To think that the short stories I scribble out, or the half finished novels that I revise into oblivion might someday equate to seeing something from my imagination in a book store or on someone’s E-reader makes the hours of doubt over whether or not a sentence “feels” right seem justifiable.

So for now I’ll continue to write. I’ll read everything I can find. I know I have a long way to go before I can even hope to see my name in print somewhere. It’ll be even longer before I can  support myself through this craft I enjoy so much. An inestimable amount of time will be sent researching the basics, I know that for certain. But I’m going to put the work in, and you better believe, it will happen.
 The way I figure we only get one shot at this thing we call life. I’m not planning on blowing mine by letting the world discourage me with things like odds. I’ve got just as good a chance as the next guy. Actually, my chance is better because I want it more, and I’ll work at it until it happens.

Never give up on your dreams, no matter how difficult they may be to obtain. Now I’d like to know, if you’d care to share, what are your dreams for this adventure we call life?