![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
I know the name of my website sounds kind of cheesy and maybe Newageish, but it's a reference to the H.G.Wells story which defined my taste in sf for a long time. You can read it here:
http://etext.lib.virginia.edu/toc/modeng/public/WelCrys.html
Or maybe here, though I couldn't make it work just now:
http://www.linkstoliterature.com/wells.htm
I've always thought that the best thing about sf, and the best thing about all the fiction I like to read, is that glimpse into the egg, the sudden, unexpected vista of the other world. So that's what I write. Even when I'm doing something else. In the Chuy book I had a glimpse of a conversation between lovers, reunited after a long time apart, and in that glimpse I noticed that they expected a person to live in a communal household, and that it was almost impossible to live without it, life was just an incoceivable mess: I noticed, too, that the returning lover had been torn from his community by forces beyond his control, and then . . . I kept stepping back to get a better view of that world and those people.
This is happening to me with the Trenner book. At first I thought Trenner was a minor character in a book about these other people, these children who turn out to be minor characters in the Trenner book, their story an adjunct to the larger story. And then I thought I was writing about another character, whose story turns out to be key, but not at the center. The vista keeps widening: I'm on to historical geopolitics now, which is not what I wanted to do, but there it is.
Historical geopolitics has been entering into all my stories lately. And I thought I was a writer of miniatures.
http://etext.lib.virginia.edu/toc/modeng/public/WelCrys.html
Or maybe here, though I couldn't make it work just now:
http://www.linkstoliterature.com/wells.htm
I've always thought that the best thing about sf, and the best thing about all the fiction I like to read, is that glimpse into the egg, the sudden, unexpected vista of the other world. So that's what I write. Even when I'm doing something else. In the Chuy book I had a glimpse of a conversation between lovers, reunited after a long time apart, and in that glimpse I noticed that they expected a person to live in a communal household, and that it was almost impossible to live without it, life was just an incoceivable mess: I noticed, too, that the returning lover had been torn from his community by forces beyond his control, and then . . . I kept stepping back to get a better view of that world and those people.
This is happening to me with the Trenner book. At first I thought Trenner was a minor character in a book about these other people, these children who turn out to be minor characters in the Trenner book, their story an adjunct to the larger story. And then I thought I was writing about another character, whose story turns out to be key, but not at the center. The vista keeps widening: I'm on to historical geopolitics now, which is not what I wanted to do, but there it is.
Historical geopolitics has been entering into all my stories lately. And I thought I was a writer of miniatures.