Over the las ten years, I wrote fiction that was a bit shallow, definitely experimental, but always forward-thinking: I wanted to write for my future. I loved writing what could be, what I envisioned could happen to me, my friends, or the world in general. Meltdown, Almost Home, Translucency - these are the bread-and-butter of what I consider to be my past as an author.
All of my drafts and starts for upcoming fiction has been considerably different: I am looking back on my past for inspiration. I hope to translate my most important life experiences into worthwhile narratives.
What intrigues me the most is how this transition came about. When and why did I begin writing for my past instead of my future? By many measures, my finished-but-never-published Event Horizon was my last major hurrah of imagination and unique inspiration - a story literally set between dreams and reality.
My first major work of fiction for 2011 is entitled "Everyone Else," a story with an original narrative but with scenes and an overall theme inspired by my senior prom night in high school. Is this as imaginative or as creative as the post-apocolyptic Meltdown or Minor Thirsts? Absolutely not, but I hope the heart and soul I pour into the story still shines just as brightly as my past creativity.
B3 out.
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