The One Where I Talk Science Fiction

I wrote my first novel I was thirteen-years old.

It was terrible, awful, and filled with more plot holes than your average daytime soap opera. Yet, I persisted. I did this because I wanted to do “serious” writing. This, in teenager, translates to – “writing about adult stuff.” I wrote it, despite the howls and cries of my mortified parents, and stuck to my story-line. The plot involved a newly-widowed woman trying to escape the control and influence of her abusive mother.

(Those who know me personally will understand the ironic foreshadowing of this plot.)

It also involved my very first literary sex scene. The latter resulting in my lapsed-Catholic mother having a conniption fit. One should not let their impressionable child watch your average daytime soap opera. Especially not one with the outrageously wild imagination of a writer. It could result in said child learning hot to write a decent sex scene, (without ever having sex). I have no idea what my mother sees in such tripe. Yes, she still watches them, but things came to a head when I wrote another sex scene.

For a fan-fiction I put online.

My parents found it while checking through my online accounts. (They had the passwords – rule in the house.) This led to the discovery of my novel and the howls and cries I mentioned earlier. My father, once he was assured that it was completely my mother’s fault for having exposed me to “that soap opera crap you’re always staring at,” told me to keep writing. Why? Because I was good at it. He also told me to quit writing sex scenes before people starting thinking I was a pervert. At least until I turned eighteen. Apparently, that’s the magic age where you go from perv-o teenager to “average smut peddler.”

Fortunately for my parents, (and anyone who has made it to this point without drafting an angry e-mail), I’ve never had an interest in writing erotica. Instead, I am a lifelong science fiction Geek. Like my father I have a borderline obsession with the science fiction genre. I am fascinated with books or movies involving the transformation of the human body. I believe this is because of how I was raised. Unlike most kids my age, who would have had the pants scared off them, I was able to watch The Fly with no problem.

I was seven or eight.

My parents had taken the time to explain to me what special effects were. Up to and including documentaries showing the animatronics behind the xenomorph from Alien. Therefore, I found it fascinating that other kids were terrified these artificial bogeymen would “get” them. I was more always more worried about the weird guy creeping past the park in the Give Me Children (GMC) van.


I am also fascinated with what some call “intelligent” science fiction, (i.e. Brave New World, I, Robot, etc…). This is the science fiction that makes you think about the human condition. When writing horror, it is important to create a deceptively simple world. Instead, it contains complex clues and multilayered foreshadowing that forms the backbone of an entire universe.

I wrote my second novel when I was fifteen. This time it was about a newly-elected sheriff attempting to rid his department of corruption. It was the most hackneyed writing I’ve ever done in my life, and so by the numbers it was painful. It was also the first time I created actual setting and atmosphere.

In my junior year of college I penned my first science fiction novel.

My novel originally started out as a fan-fiction for a universe I had started writing for earlier in the year. No, I am not going to tell you which one other than it was a children’s show in the 90s. I was writing a darker, grittier version when different characters began to stand on their own. The story evolved and developed into its own separate universe. I knew its place was not within that pantheon of “good” fan-fiction.

It was a book.

I weeded out the fan-fiction elements and wrote the first of three separate novel. Currently, I am editing the first novel in preparation for submitting it to various publishing houses in 2018. I want to make UFOs scary again. People are no longer afraid when they see a strange light in the night sky. Odd sounds and sensations reminiscent of a close encounter no longer invokes panic. Instead, everyone is on this “space brother” kick which – I’m sorry –

I’m not interested in writing Star Trek aliens – aliens with human motivations. I am taking a different approach using shape-shifter mythology. The idea instead that this is a separate alien species. These beings live among us and cultivated these myths (and fears) to protect themselves. From what? Violent encounters with humans. The protagonist in my story is one of these entities who – due to a previous trauma – is unaware of his actual nature.

Yes, I write the grisly science fiction.

The main conflict involves the revelation of his inhuman nature through a series of bizarre events. Physical transformations that lead the audience to question what is real. I examine the morality (or immorality) of the conspiracy perpetuated against him by blocking his memory.

My perennial antagonist in this series is an unknown alien force who abducts shape-shifters and humans alike. Individuals and families are often subjected to their strange and terrifying interference. I have purposely decided to withhold whether the motivation of these entities is benign or malignant. I choose to leave that interpretation to the reader.

Right now, the focus is getting this novel edited and ready for submission. Everything I have ever learned about writing now comes into play. I know I can write well enough to be published because, well, I’ve been published. I plan to post excerpts, (some of which will not make it into the final draft), here on The Geek Gurrl for everyone to check out. In the meantime, I have some editing to do.


*Due to the current politics in the UFO community I am no longer affiliated with any UFO organization – officially or unofficially in any capacity.

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