There are some books that may not be well known as science fiction classics, but that I’ve found myself reading repeatedly. Dune is a classic, and I’ve written about it elsewhere, so it’s not on this list, not because it hasn’t influenced me considerably, but because it is so well known in the genre.
As I’ve been contemplating a crowded human space, in the Deacon Carver series of novels. I’ve started dwelling on how ships of various sizes and maneuvering capabilities would co-exist in a gravity well.
No, I don’t buy the “hand it off to the computer and forget about it” approach.
I have a theory as to why George RR Martin is taking so long to release the next book in the Songs of Ice and Fire series. He’s realized that he’s written himself into a corner.
I’ve been re-watching season 1 of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and it dawned on me that the show really is just a larger budget, less engaging Firefly. I don’t think it’s far outside the consensus to say that Agents… wasn’t Joss Whedon’s most well-received TV show among his fan-base, even as it was a ratings hit.
Throughout my life I’ve been a story teller: I drew my own comic books as a youth; I wrote fiction as a teen; I was a journalist; I defined information flows as an information designer; I communicated language as a teacher; and I've shone a light on some very deserving people as a communications consultant and fundraiser for educational charities in Africa.
Now it’s time to tell my stories.
And I’ve got a number to tell.