I’m on vacation, and one of the things I’m doing, in addition to picking up my drawing tools and my guitar, is thinking about future projects. A few thoughts keep creeping up:
- I have an encyclopedic recollection of the science fiction I read in my youth, and could probably find any specific quote from at least some of those books by cracking them open at where I expect the page to be. I’d expect this ability to become less accurate the later I’ve read any novel for the first time, but it’s there.
- I have a hugely complicated relationship with Heinlein in particular.
- I will never again have the time to draw long comics, and perhaps it’s time I should put that ambition to bed (there are scenarios for my immediate or more distant future in which I do have that amount of time. They all have the word “unemployable” in them and are extremely bad for myself and worse for my family).
- I have, however, written up to 5000 words a day for the past few days, or edited the equivalent based on cost per word. I am probably in a much better position to write prose if I put my mind to it.
- Reworking concepts that other authors have used but that didn’t really work when they did them, is apparently a thing that is more or less acceptable if you’re clear about it and actually do a good job.
- My own life and thoughts actually offer some original ideas that I might add to the mix, if I bother to record them. And they wouldn’t be obvious ideas either.
- In the past few years, since switching careers but also since turning 40, I’ve noticed an odd kind of halo effect affecting me. I have become invisible to people who want to sell me crap, but people I work with seem to automatically assume that I am supercompetent and have lots of expertise. I am not and don’t, but I don’t have to work hard to pretend. Why wasn’t I warned that this would happen?
- There is a big market for traditional science fiction.
- A large section of that market is almost eager to be trolled in a big way.
- NaNoWriMo is in November
Do I dare to?