Jeepers, is it that time again? I should be in bed, but since I’m not, why don’t I take advantage of this last burst of energy to write a li’l blog? Why not?
I realized today that, despite my profession, I am not really a science fiction fan. Kind of weird, isn’t it? I don’t like Stargate. Or the new Battlestar: Galactica. Or Doctor Who. Or Torchwood. Or Primieval. Or Lost. Or Heroes. Or 95 % of what is on the comic book shelves.
I’m going to admit that this is my problem. And it’s probably more of a current storytelling style than an actual problem with science fiction. I don’t watch much non-sci fi TV, don’t read many fiction books. My annoyances with the way stories are told is too nitpicky and out-of-sync with your average Joe that it’s really not worth talking about in detail. So maybe it’s not fantasy / sci fi I have a problem with. Maybe my problem is just with the new trends.
And I don’t know if I find that comforting or not.
It’s no wonder I consider myself a pulp writer, carrying on a tradition that doesn’t seem to have a comfortable place in this day and age. At times, I’m amazed I have a career at all. I know I’m a solid novelologist. I know I can tell a unique and fun story and tell it well. But am I offering what people want in this day and age?
And, yes, I know that if you’re reading this, you probably think I am. Thanks for all your support. Much appreciated, but I’m not writing this for an ego stroking since no ego stroking is necessary. I do have a career, after all. Someone thinks what I do is worth enough to write me a check every so often anyway.
Time for bed, so I guess I’ll leave the topic unexplored.
Nighty night, gang.
Fighting the good fight, Writing the good write,