Zephrym has only twenty minutes to live before his proverbial clock stops ticking. In these twenty minutes he puts together a story composed of journal entries, letters, and recollections of his life, to be given to his unborn child. Ilia, the love of his life, and the mother of his child is in suspended animation in hopes to survive a massive power loss in the far reaches of space. Will Zephrym survive to see his child come into this world? Is there enough power in the ship to sustain Ilia's cryogenic sleep?

Monday, April 18, 2011

A day in the life.

What motivates people to write? What inspires people to create whole worlds that is so completely different? Why do some seek to twist their current world into dark and seedy underworlds of crime and espionage, while others write stories lust and passion?

I guess it's not the question of why people write, but why they write what they write? I write sci-fi to picture a world that is so far in the future that would probably never live to see it. I do this because I believe life in no matter what era will be fundamentally the same. People would still and should still be suspicious of their government, people will always want more for themselves than their fellowman, and most of all people will still want to be loved.
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