by Margie Senechal
I spend a good portion of my life thinking about other people's lives or you know character's lives.
It gets pretty bad sometimes especially when I only listen peripherally to my family and get in trouble for not hearing the whole thing. You'd think they'd be used to it by now.
Lately I find living in my plots preferable to living in reality. Not that my life is bad, it's just that reality is kind of bleak these days.
I'm going to go out on a limb here and predict that if we don't see a big change in our government, that we will see an uptick in Dystopian fiction in the coming year or so.
To that end, I've been thinking of taking my post-apocalyptic/Dystopia out of moth balls and testing the water. Mine is a weather-based apocalypse and the more climate-deniers stay in office, the more believable my premise becomes. The government that rises out of the apocalypse embraces population control and second borns are shunned from society. And the religion is an earth-based goddess type that I haven't completely figured out yet.
Don't worry, Liz, I'm not delving into this until Suitcases is done. Although, I may tinker a bit. But, that's generally the way I write anyway. A little here, a little there, and a lot back here. Maybe I'm an attention-deficit writer.
Or I just have so many ideas and so little time. Or that's simply my justification for not focusing.
Hang on, a plot beckons....