For the most part, I think humans are dope.
Then sometimes I hope that we don’t ever find another planet to inhabit before we destroy this one.
I wonder if it’ll find a way to destroy us like some sci-fi movies and books have hinted. Also, I wonder if things like cancer are one of those population-control systems the earth has in place.
Maybe the planet will engineer a virus or cancer that we can’t control. A plague that removes a chunk of us from the gene pool. We’ve definitely proven that we won’t collectively agree on preserving our home planet.
Greed is just too prevalent among the people making most of the decisions. It’s unfortunate that most of the leaders making poor decisions today won’t see the future their choices will impact.
Also, I wonder if I shouldn’t say things like this out loud. It’s what I think about though, albeit dark.
What to do with the thoughts
Maybe instead of blogging, I can do what other writers do with their morbid beliefs and ideas: I can write a fiction novel. Yup. Make up some characters loosely resembling people I know, create an imaginary universe, detail unfathomable technologies, etc.
Wow, that actually sounds like a lot of fun! Seriously. I need to explore this. I have all these half-drafted essays about weird technology and science and stories…At a minimum, I could pull off a series of short stories. Damn, I think I got something here.
A short story book scratches multiple itches (by the way I apologize for my idiom use if you’re someone that reads my journal using a translation feature) :
- I get to write full stories versus to long form blog style
- I get to explore my list of weird inventions and predictions of future technology
- I get to imagine new social structures
- Maybe I stop having the nightmare about being publicly asked my thoughts on mortality or Natural Selection
- I get to use the title Author
- I get to exercise ‘writing muscles’ I haven’t used and really take the doors off with this things like political correctness
- It answers the question for me if I can write digestable fiction
Because Why Not
And maybe the icing on the cake is that I have the attention span for it.
I don’t know if there is a market for short story fiction novels. But I can’t think of a better recipe for a collection of my weird ideas. So, whether the market exists or not doesn’t matter — not to my writing, at least.
No Middle Ground Outcome: Blow Minds or Fail Completely
I’m more interested in the audience these tales world appeal. That will be really cool to see.
One thing I can’t imagine is that the book’s outcome will land on middle ground. I mean that to say: it’s going to be loved and talked about by the masses OR it’s going to be read and discarded by a handful.
No middle ground. Maybe that’s just me projecting. I think the book’s mediocre reach is much more useless than either a wild success or an enormous failure. With the extremes, I get some kind of feedback. What does a “sorta successful” or “did OK” do for me? Ya know?
But thinking about the outcome already is one of my subconsciousness’ favorite ways to talk me out of something. So I’ll table that monologue for now. I’ll know the how as I go through this process.
There’s really no losing situation here. How dope is that?! Just looking at the list again about what something like this does for me has me high as a kite, right now