As a science fiction writer there are times when I find a
lack of inspiration in my work. I’m not
necessarily talking about what to write.
But more a reason why to write it. Of all the genres I write, I find developing science fiction that I would
enjoy reading takes much more work than writing traditional or urban
fantasy. With fantasy there are so many
established conventions that it’s easy to draw on them to quickly develop a
world to write in. For readers I think it’s
easier for them to latch onto fantasy instead of science fiction. Perhaps it’s because most people have learned
about the medieval age of our own history and that gives them a basis to
imagine a world of fantasy.
It’s not so easy with science fiction. There are fewer things a writer can draw on
that an audience will immediately recognize.
So why write it? Why spend time
world building space faring races, far flung empires, and fantastic
technologies? I struggled with this for
a while. I wondered why I did it. Though fun, world building is a time
consuming activity. An activity that
isn’t always as rewarding as we’d like in the end.
Then I came to the Kennedy Space Center. An opportunity came up at work that allowed
me to travel to Orlando to attend a conference.
Relatives offered to give me a place to stay for a couple of days before
the conference so that they could show me around. One of the places they wanted to take me was
the Kennedy Space Center. I’ve never
been to the Space Center, though when I was much younger my parents took me to
the one in Houston. And from that
experience I remembered seeing the moon lander up close.
Named after a president who challenged a young NASA to put a
man on the moon within a decade. He was
a president who I honestly believe pushed the space program forward even though
he never lived to see the outcome.
Without his directive, I truly believe the space program would not have
accomplished what it had.
When I walked through the gates, I felt like a kid
again. Seeing the globe with NASA’s logo
on it, the full size replica rockets, and the replica booster unit for the
shuttles took me back to my childhood when I and my family, as well as the rest
of the country, watched launches from this very place. I remembered watching the Columbia vanish on
television as it re-entered the atmosphere and seeing the Challenger explode on
live television a minute and a half after liftoff. Tragic days in my memory where a country
mourned the loss of brave men and women who were doing the impossible.
I was one of those who was deeply saddened when the shuttle
program came to an end. When we as a
country stopped looking up at the stars.
I think we lost something that day.
We stopped looking at a future of hope and unity. We forgot that normal people working together
can accomplish great and marvelous things.
More importantly we seem to have forgotten that when we looked to the
stars, we stopped seeing our differences as a species. It didn’t matter if we were Americans or
Russians or Chinese. We cooperated in
constructing the International Space Station in a time when most of the world
thought we were going to end it all in a rain of nuclear fire.
Walking through the exhibits reminded me of the cost we, as
a species, paid for the successes that paved the way for the benefits we enjoy
today. The sacrifices of brave men and
women who were driven to going where no one else had gone before. To give the world a glimpse of the future and
to dream of a time when we could explore beyond our own world. I marveled at the ingenuity and the
brilliance that made the Apollo program possible. They put humans into space with technology that
we would consider antiquated. But without
their ingenuity, without their determination and focus on a singular goal, our
civilization would look nothing like it does now.
I realized that this is what science fiction does. Stories like The War of the Worlds, A Princess
of Mars, and Buck Rogers inspired and sparked imaginations. They helped shape the future of our
technology and our world. Did you ever consider that
the tablet devices we have now are awfully similar to the handheld PADD devices
from Star Trek? Or how flip open cell
phones looked like the original communicators from Star Trek?
Standing there in the Atlantis exhibit, staring up at the
space shuttle Atlantis, I was reminded that it wasn’t science fiction that
inspires me. Though I’ll be the first to
admit I’m a diehard Star Wars and Star Trek fan. That I love a good science fiction story,
movie, and TV show. That I hate thinking
there isn’t enough good science fiction out there. But as I stood there seeing the scorch marks
on the ceramic plates that protected the shuttle during reentry, the dirty
white skin of the cargo bay doors, and the massive thrusters that pushed it
through space. I realized that it was
this that inspires me to write science fiction.
Not the stories of other science fiction writers, but our
accomplishments in that daunting task of reaching the stars. The sacrifices of those men and women and the
innovations they pioneered. Their
bravery in facing the unknown.
It had come full circle for me. Those first science fiction stories that
inspired those men and the accomplishments of NASA and those first astronauts
reminding me of why I write science fiction.
I hope that I can inspire others someday.