Notched another 5K on Wet Work. Cue timpani, aaaand:
These chapters are probably too long, and way too expository. The second act is still fuzzy. And the ending is pretty much a mystery. In other words, situation normal.
See how remarkably calm I am about all this? I am one with the chaos.
Notched another 5.1K words on Wet Work last week. Magic Meter say:
A "duh" moment, to be sure. But you know, I’ll take it. Sometimes you live for the "duh" moments.
And hey, just to prove I’ve been working, and because it’s kinda fun, here’s a little snippet from the work (rated PG-13, for those of a delicate constitution):A lot of people think of science fiction as predictive–as if those of us who write it are actually trying to forecast the future.
Nonsense, say I.
SF’s track record at prediction is pretty abysmal. Think about it: back in 1950, no one, not even SF writers, envisioned computers that could fit in the palm of your hand. And we were supposed to have bases on the moon eight years ago.
Prediction is a mugg’s game. If I’m writing a story about the future, I’m not trying to predict a thing. I’m just trying to tell a story–and if I do it right, maybe plumb a bit of the human condition while I’m at it. Futuristic tech or extrapolation from current trends? Yeah, they can be cool, but they’re really just means to an end.
Even so, a broken clock still is right twice a day.
In my story "Fuel" (available online at Cosmos), I wrote about a near future in which sports are ascendant in society to a ridiculous degree. Consider this bit:
Jamie thought of his best friend Russell, who had just received his first recruiting letter the other day, from Penn State. Jamie hung his head even lower.
At this rate, "Fuel" will look hopelessly dated in another few years. Yeesh.
Oh, well. Recruiting is a mugg’s game, too. Lane Kiffin will find that out soon enough.
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