I’m almost exclusively a sci-fi writer. I’ve submitted a story or two here and there. Penned around the verse for a bit. Just to peek, I was careful not to stare.
And I am known for a bit of skill for making a tale flow in such a way as to make a reader wonder. Twisted words that jumble and fall across their minds like comets painting pictures of the fantastic visions that I imagine.
My stories are for those who want to take a ride with me.
Beyond the horizon and scope of human sight lie wonders far more dangerous than all earths might. Vistas and scenes we can never witness. Planets and suns too many to count. Galaxies going on to infinity.
But should we be limited by the science of today? I’ve wrote biological sci-fi that happened here a billion years ago yesterday.
Should I label it fantasy just because everywhere we look aliens we do not see. Should my vision be fettered by someones lack of sight. Are you willing to define a future you can’t see.
Merely because you don’t know me doesn’t mean you have anything on me. Lack of publishing should never be misconstrued as lack of writing skills or worldly wisdom.
As for me I’m a multiverse writer who will go to the horizon of imagination a peer over the edge at what lies beyond. I’ll write in any genera I fancy. My drive account is a slushy mess of stories galore. Sometimes I pop them up, but for I that is a chore.
I write for me. I write the stories I want to read. The sci-fi tales my mind thirsts for push me forward.
True sci-fi…is an obsession. One that holds your soul and milks your spirit. A true sci-fi writer doesn’t write a story to sell to the masses.
A true sci-fi writer sings a song with written words that the reader can see in front of their eyes as a perfect vision of someone else’s fantasy.
That, is the science to fiction.