So if you haven’t noticed I haven’t written much until lately. Honestly the only times I have felt creative is when I was around other creative people, like at school. The best thing I felt I ever wrote was over 20 years ago when I was at college the first time and working with a bunch of other creatives to make an intro to a collaborative fiction series we were setting up, which sadly didn’t go very far.
This story was born out of a post modern novel I devoured. There are some books that I “had” to read for school but when I read them it was all consuming. I think they first was Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. There was something about that story the “utopia” that was actually a dystopia. I don’t know why but I finished that book within a weekend, when we were supposed to go over the book over a week or two. The second book, which inspired my said best work, was Mao II by Don DeLillo, another dystopian post modern work. I don’t know why they clicked for me but they just did, and it’s not all works that do that as I had read White Noise as well and wasn’t as transfixed.
What came out of that was a story about a man seeped into depression wondering through his life as the head of a space station and being murdered which started a war with a new faction of aliens being found in outer space. The only most confusing part of the story would be the introduction of the alternative races and character that would come up later. I did get this story and another published in college those many years ago, but the way they were published was slightly different. This was when online sites were more like submitting to a magazine so you know actual contact and payment for them using my art, which was very nice. The other thing it was a voice reading of my stories, which was awesome but the website was lost over the years sadly and the recordings from that are no where to be found and I really would love to have a copy of those. I have another piece published for a short story series based on a section based in Second Life which was also pretty cool.
But lately I just stopped. The closest I have gotten would be to play D&D with friends during the weekends. I’ve tried to write things but no. Like maybe writing a paragraph or two starting something and never going forward with it, but the motivation died.
Now the motivation is back just hard to once more find the inspiration. Luckily the place that I enjoy on Second Life is seeming to have a resurgence so hopefully with that I will gain the inspiration to match my newfound motivation as well.
Cyan