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  • This is my Blog...There are many like it, but this one is mine...

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        Monday, May 21, 2007

    My First Love...

    I'm writing a little of this, a little of that, here and there, and who knows if it will amount to anything. If my Mother's curse continues, I won't amount to anything, but I've grown used to that.

    The soft bigotry of low expectations...

    Anyway, I've had something niggling in my brain for some time, now, and I am toying with ways to write it. You see, I miss Science Fiction. Oh, not this crap they put out today, noise to signal ratio off the charts, but the good stuff I grew up with, Andre Norton, Glory Road, and such.

    And pirates. I love pirates.

    I want to redo the so-called 'Boys Fiction' genre to appeal to the boy inside we men, and to amuse and entertain myself as well. If it's good, I like reading my own writing just fine.

    Okay, as to 'modern Sci-Fi', Stephen R. Donaldson's 'Gap' series kicked some pretty awesome ass, and came pretty close to what I am seeking. Poor guy's an anal retent of the first order, and writes just to hear his brain rattle sometimes... I bet he has some real OCD issues, but I devoured those books.

    I'd like to be the modern Edgar Rice Burroughs, with a side of Andre Norton (don't fuck with me...yeah, I know she was a broad) and some Tanith Lee, and Heinlein, except without all the mother fucking. Dang, that dude was a perv.

    To me, science should just be a prop. The screen you pull down to show your film on, not the be all end all. I remember stupid fanboys whining over the wonderful 'Outland' starring Sean Connery, and that is why I parted with the Sci-Fi writers community I was involved in at the time. Well, that, and the verbal wedgies I gave them. Oh, and CJ Cherryh drove me nuts (she was 'leader' of the group). I actually made it through exactly one of her books, and then had to go out and punch cows in the face and ravish waitresses and hair stylists for a month just to clear my palate and get my testosterone level back up.

    So, that's one of the things I'm farting around with in my brain right now. I don't know if it is possible, but I would like to write something a thirteen year old boy could read again when he is forty, and go 'damn, this is just as good as when I first read it...heck, better'.

    If cartoons can multi-layer appeal to both kids and adults (See: Spongebob, Family Guy, etc) why can't books?

    Oh well, time to cook dinner...