Writing for me is a release, as are running, rock climbing, and pounding on the keys of a piano. I have been writing in one form or another since I was a child, having learned to put thought to typewriter and paper, computer and printer, and more recently my blog as a means of working through events in my life, bringing closure to one chapter in preparation for the next.
It was the writing of Monitor Gray, which was itself a means of working through a hard time in my life, that helped me to appreciate the great pleasure derived in the creation of an imaginary world for the pure enjoyment of living in that special place, even if but for a short time.
In the late ‘90s I read “The Holographic Universe” and enjoyed the concept that what we hold as real and what is only in our imagination are not completely unique nor isolated. Our brain, mind, and body store the information associated with experiences, both factual and emotional, both real and imaginary in very much the same way.
While this may trouble certain social scientists and psychotherapists, I find the lack of definition of this real | imaginary line to be the greatest gift we as humans hold for in our imagination lives a creative force far greater than anything we find in the real world.
It is the science fiction of Isaac Asimov, Arthur C. Clarke, Ray Bradbury, Philip Dick and Jules Verne before them that inspired a world of science fact through science fiction and fantasy. These individuals extrapolated existing know-how to a future when what was otherwise only in their imagination became reality.
Good science fiction is not just an escape, nor an excuse to blow things up with spaceships and lasers, but the ultimate exploration of human potential for it grants us opportunity to find hope in a future better than that in which we live now.
I believe these adventures of the mind start with the power of dreams. Not just those dreams that come to us while we sleep, but also those which take our breath away while we are awake. It is those moments of “Ah-hah!”, as my father would say, which give rise to the bridge between science fiction and science fact.
As with Hibernation, River’s Edge, The Stars’ Embrace , and Over the Sun, I literally awoke with a rich story given to me while I slept. In Digital Transmigration and the animal man I enjoyed waking dreams, an intense connection with a creative channel that remains open only for a limited period of time.
The chapters of Monitor Gray were as much labor as they were inspiration, which may be what ultimately keeps me from producing a novel, for the focus, tenacity, and continuity required to produce a complete story are, quite honestly, overwhelming to me.
My non-fiction stories come from moments when life just pauses, when there is a sense of belonging to the moment more than it belongs to me. I cherish this sensation, for it comes to me infrequently, only when I have created space in the busy-ness of my waking hours.
For me, both reading and writing are wonderful pause buttons, a chance to set everything else aside. I hope that in reading what I offer here, you are granted a similar pleasure, a moment that is suspended, without the confine of time.
If this happens just once for you, then I have been successful as an author in the making, and warmly appreciate the time you have taken to consider my words.