Why I Never Grew Up: Part 1 of 3

I was inspired by a writer friend’s (CS Wilde) posts about why she writes romance. It was a lovely story about how she and her beau came together. You can read the series by starting here. I love a good story, especially ones with happy endings. Although, I am a fan of the tragic ending as well. I have an appreciation for Shakespeare, Edgar Allen Poe, and Stephen King. I don’t mind the dark alleys and forbidden corners, sometimes I feel most at home in such places.

So, why do I write Science Fiction and Fantasy? First, because reality is boring. Fiction is a gateway into something different, something that doesn’t have to play by the rules. Fiction is the boundless seas of impossibilities made possible. However, Science Fiction and Fantasy go even further beyond those boundaries, they don’t just bend the rules of reality; they break them.

Fiction is the boundless seas of impossibilities made possible.

I’ve never been very good at ignoring the What If? question. As soon as someone says ‘what if …’ my mind begins to reel. Possibilities spring up and grasp my coat strings, taking me on an adventure where the end is justified by the experience.

Science Fiction embodies the question, What if the year were #### (pick a date in the future), or What if aliens invaded now? There are many what ifs for Science Fiction, but that is the beauty of it, it is speculation. If you breakdown Science Fiction into all its wonderful sub-genres each and everyone of them begins with a What if?

What if Zombies were real?
What if we had Time Travel?
What if Corporations took over government?
What if Space Travel were possible?
What if Aliens were real?

The list could go on and on. It is the beauty of speculation that draws me to Science Fiction. The plethora of possibilities, the bounty of experience and adventure are what I seek – like an addict. Every Science Fiction book I’ve ever read left me wondering and wanting more. Books fit for consumption always reach for the what if? question.

It is the beauty of speculation that draws me to Science Fiction.

So what about Fantasy? Fantasy sneaks into my heart and mind with a different purpose altogether. There is still that what if? question that speculates on what might have been, but its allure is altogether different.

There is a place in history where technology was finite and far simpler than it is today. Throw in the spice of magic, elves, dwarfs, and goblins aplenty creating a fantastical element that sparks the imagination.

I write Fantasy because it is a doorway into the world of make-believe like no other. From Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings to Rowling’s Wizarding World, Fantasy is a place for the inner child to leap for joy and take a ride on the back of a dragon through a Neverending story.

I write Fantasy because it is a doorway into the world of make-believe like no other.

So, why then, do I have these feelings towards Science Fiction and Fantasy, what inspires me to write in these genres? Well, that’s another story, that I’ll touch on next week in Why I Never Grew Up: Part 2 of 3, until next time folks.

Your Friendly Neighborhood Author,

DJ Morand

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