Celebrating something that no longer has much meaning
Today is an important day to me, and has been for half my life. It is odd to think that this "birthday" coincides with another that no longer has any real meaning since the person in question, Elvis Presley, is deceased (live with it). But nevertheless, I still to this day, 13 years later, celebrate the birthday of my first beloved brainchild, Nebulas.
This series of short stories began when I was in 8th grade. It was absolutely ghastly. I have been writing for almost my entire life, and even by the standards of that period in my life it was still rather horrific. It was my attempt at writing science fiction. I have learned since then that I am not cut out to write in that genre. Of course, over the years the characters have evolved and grown and I have done so many things to expand the Ferron Galaxy beyond the page, whether it be creating Lego models and characters, attempting to come up with a language, writing an encyclopedia with the material from all of the stories, etc.
Now, I haven't really written anything new in Nebulas in years, and don't really plan to, other than including it as something the fictional Bob writes in the stories that will come out of my Nanowrimo work. I tend to review some of what I have written, or one of the various files of mine based on the stories, as a means of honoring the work I have put into it. Plus, I always watch a science fiction movie or show, and this year I just enjoyed Star Trek: Insurrection, which is probably my favorite Next Generation movie. And I always wear something green (which is the color of command for some reason). It's a pretty good time.
It is becoming more and more clear that although I have a better scope on what I should be using my writing talents for, that all of the things I have written in the past have been a huge indication that I was always meant to be a writer. That really rocks the Kasbah.
This series of short stories began when I was in 8th grade. It was absolutely ghastly. I have been writing for almost my entire life, and even by the standards of that period in my life it was still rather horrific. It was my attempt at writing science fiction. I have learned since then that I am not cut out to write in that genre. Of course, over the years the characters have evolved and grown and I have done so many things to expand the Ferron Galaxy beyond the page, whether it be creating Lego models and characters, attempting to come up with a language, writing an encyclopedia with the material from all of the stories, etc.
Now, I haven't really written anything new in Nebulas in years, and don't really plan to, other than including it as something the fictional Bob writes in the stories that will come out of my Nanowrimo work. I tend to review some of what I have written, or one of the various files of mine based on the stories, as a means of honoring the work I have put into it. Plus, I always watch a science fiction movie or show, and this year I just enjoyed Star Trek: Insurrection, which is probably my favorite Next Generation movie. And I always wear something green (which is the color of command for some reason). It's a pretty good time.
It is becoming more and more clear that although I have a better scope on what I should be using my writing talents for, that all of the things I have written in the past have been a huge indication that I was always meant to be a writer. That really rocks the Kasbah.
posted by Bob. @ 17:21
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