Years ago, my son asked me to write him a Star Trek story. I was working on Civil War fiction and found it liberating not having to work around actual events or worry where railroad stations were in Nashville in 1862. For years, I spun fiction as a family game with my son and a cousin. Finally, I decided I wanted my own universe, as complicated and practical as my life in insurance made me believe the future must be. Having invented one, I filled it with characters I like to read about.
In case you haven’t figured it out already, that’s the blurb. No, really. That’s the blurb. She must’ve forgotten to mention that her son drew the cover. I bet that’s his proud signature under the rainbow laser beams.
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Years ago, my son asked me to write him a Star Trek story. I was working on Civil War fiction and found it liberating not having to work around actual events or worry where railroad stations were in Nashville in 1862. For years, I spun fiction as a family game with my son and a cousin. Finally, I decided I wanted my own universe, as complicated and practical as my life in insurance made me believe the future must be. Having invented one, I filled it with characters I like to read about.
In case you haven’t figured it out already, that’s the blurb. No, really. That’s the blurb. She must’ve forgotten to mention that her son drew the cover. I bet that’s his proud signature under the rainbow laser beams.
Crayons!
Pretty Colors!
I actually like that. It’s good in a surrealist kind a way