On a wandering planet
'On a wandering planet'
could be classified as 'soft' science fiction - the kind that is more interested in the impact on relationships of life in a strange world than in the working out of a scientific idea. It tells the story of a lonely woman trying to find herself in an alien universe. In this quest she is both impeded and helped by a feral child who takes over her life. At the same time the book puts forward ideas (not all entirely serious) about ways human beings might set about saving the planet.
The book has been accepted for publication by Cinnamon Press in June 2015. Till then, here is the first paragraph - just a taster of what comes later. Hope you enjoy it!
could be classified as 'soft' science fiction - the kind that is more interested in the impact on relationships of life in a strange world than in the working out of a scientific idea. It tells the story of a lonely woman trying to find herself in an alien universe. In this quest she is both impeded and helped by a feral child who takes over her life. At the same time the book puts forward ideas (not all entirely serious) about ways human beings might set about saving the planet.
The book has been accepted for publication by Cinnamon Press in June 2015. Till then, here is the first paragraph - just a taster of what comes later. Hope you enjoy it!
Pock, pock, pock. I can hear it now.
The woman I’m telling you about – and she was a real woman – hadn’t been generated by a computer though she often felt like it – but sometimes she checked and it was obvious she breathed, slept, ate, digested, produced a normal quantity of urine and shit requiring visits to the methy at what seemed to be standard intervals – blood too, of course:- it was only that she felt unreal –– though what she was doing just then – heating a mug of green protein soup – was real enough. She’d’ve been wearing her blue vansuit most likely – there’s a feeling of ease and the blue was always more comfortable – the brown would have been spread over the table to dry – it was difficult in the universe she’d got herself into to get things washed and ironed. And then she heard it, pock, pock, pock, approaching roughly from the south. Wembley, the old name leapt into her mind before she could stop it.