Okay, so… I’ve been getting antsy. I like to write. It keeps me sane. I get twitchy if I’m not writing. And I like to release books. Ideally, I’d like to make money off of it. But here’s the deal. I’m not going to live forever. I might not even live a long time. My parents got cancer when they were only three years older than I am now. Yikes!
I feel this… tension. What do I leave behind? A hard drive containing a lifetime of work that just ends up in electronic waste. A smattering of electrons wiped by a magnetic field, and it’s all gone? Jesus, that’s chilling.
Okay, so if you know me, I was a big fan of LEXX, and cult television shows, Farscape, Starlost, Doctor Who, etc., and cult movies. I love the disrespected, the overlooked, the unappreciated and unloved, the critters around the margins. And I think there’s value in going off the beaten path. I’ve written nonfiction books about these things, and had something worthwhile to say.
Well, a long time ago, a lot longer than I care to remember, I was on Bulletin Boards for LEXX and Farscape. And I started fooling around with this celebrity deathmatch thing. I conceived that God, or the Gods were a trio of cosmic southern rednecks, absolute moral degenerates with no taste, discrimination or impulse control, and they grabbed the crews of the ships and set them against each other.
