A Return to Science Fiction

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A Return to Science Fiction

1.) First, a taste for Science Fiction.

The 1970’s grocery store book section dedicated a whole shelf to Science Fiction pulp.  During these days Science Fiction at the Grocery store broke up into fan fiction, series, and some excellent stand alone epics.  Even the magazine stand had Science Fiction and Fantasy zines next to Marvel and DC comics.

Prior to the existence of computer games and internet entertainment a day could be a quiet day with a new Star Trek novel and an issue of Asimov’s Science Fiction and Fantasy.

Therefore local libraries stocked new Science Fiction titles every Wednesday.  Wednesday’s became a day filled with hours of staring at library shelves and carrying out heavy stacks of books to the car.

Over time tastes mature like everything else and other interests obsess our adult lives as much as Science Fiction stories of my youth.  Yet adults still dream of riding on sand worms in Arakis, piloting a spaceship for the first time, or fighting an Alien army.

First came the love of reading then the numerous Science Fiction novels and collections.  Second came the understanding that the genre offers more than just interesting stories.  Thus readers think about effects of science in their everyday lives.  This introspection can broaden perspectives on issues that effect reality.  Science Fiction is also an effective platform to share biting satire on current affairs of state.

2.) Second, how to prepare to write Science Fiction.

Clark Ashton Smith, a well known writer for old Science Fiction and Fantasy magazines, thought of himself primarily as a poet yet wrote speculative fiction with H.P. Lovecraft.  His stories combined the fantastic and the beautiful with skill only a poet could muster.

Similarly Poetry took hold of me around the time I was reading Science Fiction daily.  Therefore my reading was broken up into poetry during the daylight hours and Science Fiction at night before bed.  I moved from reading the new Dune novel to reading books of poems or essays on the art of writing poetry.  For many years I avoided writing any type of speculative fiction (except horror) and centered my attention on the art of writing poems.  I am happy with poems I wrote and hope to write many more.

Dedication to a writing life allowed me to incorporate different writing styles into my routines.  My love of poetry helped me find the time, courage, and motivation to return to speculative fiction.  I hope to find new readers and to entertain faithful readers of my poetry.

3.)Last, my new Science Fiction.

The Creative Exiles is the beginning of a journey through a series of Science Fiction shorts.  The story “Space Kiss” will open the series and a new story will come weekly until I can compile my first Science Fiction novel  “A Galactic Chekhov.

Joan Dideon, a well read American writer of stories and essays, began her journey by hand copying Ernest Hemingway word for word to try to solve the puzzle of storytelling.  My muse is Anton Chekhov’s short stories.  Meanwhile stories of Chekhov provide the framework to the stories in this collection.  Chekhov provides a enlightening look into the art of storytelling.  All of the stories center around what it means to be human.  Each one takes place in a new and exotic environment where humans deal with problems of being human.

What perfect stories to tell in empty alien spaces of the universe.

To sum up: I hope you enjoy the stories.

4.) “A Galactic Chekhov”

     In conclusion this next paragraph is going to be a portion of the introduction to the novel “A Galactic Chekhov.”

I

A hatch to a small intergalactic freighter opened with a loud whoosh.  Through the open hatch a child, maybe nine years old. wearing a grey space suit fit into the hatch and closed it behind him.  He pushed a button near the hatch that returned oxygen and pressure into the loading bay.  The room filled with what looked like fog and after a few minutes the boy removed his helmet and took a long deep breath of manufactured oxygen.  He floated through the empty room over to another door. He opened the next door and found himself in a large storage facility.  Gravity returned when he closed the second door behind him and he softly landed on the metal floor below.

     The boy stood and took a look around.  A storage bay was filled with books.  Not the electronic devices he had read stories on but actual paper books.  A relic of the past no doubt, a portion in history when trees existed in nature and beings from any world with wood produced tomes of information.  This vast library was filled with shelves and shelves of books with various robots moving books from one area of the storage bay to another.

II

     “What brings you to my Library at the End of the Universe?”  A voice echoed through the storage bay.  “Son of Eve from the planet Terra.  How have you come so far and why are you here?”

     “Who are you? Where am I?  The Library at the End of the Universe?  I cannot remember how I arrived.  My only memory is of floating in space and finding a hatch that saved my life.”  The boy spoke in a loud voice.

     “I am the Librarian.  I was tasked by a neural AI network to collect the stories of the Universe throughout recorded time and rewrite them in this fashion.  I have nothing to offer you child but a book and food and water.”

     “Ok then, I will take a book and food and water.”  A robot arm swung from above and placed a table with a table cloth in front of the boy with a bowl of some purple soup along with a jar of what looked like water.  “Thank you.”

III

   “For when you eat.”  The voice ended and the robotic arm placed a book in front of the child.  The title read “A Galactic Chekhov Reader.”

     “A recent addition from a twentieth century son of Adam.  I was unable to put together the original manuscript so I had to indulge myself with my own robot memories.  Memories that go back around a thousand years of this cosmos.”

    The boy removed his gloves and sat crosslegged.  He ate the soup and drank the water-like fluid and settled down to read.

Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry.I currently live in Washoe Valley NV with my family.I am excited to share my poetry and my writing and I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.

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Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I currently live in Washoe Valley NV with my family. I am excited to share my poetry and my writing and I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.

4 thoughts on “A Return to Science Fiction

  • June 9, 2019 at 2:57 AM
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    Very interesting information, Jamie, and well-written. The excerpt of your book is good and I look forward to reading the series. Well done, Jamie.

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  • June 9, 2019 at 5:21 PM
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    Thank you Phyllis I hope that my creative energy is heading down the correct path. Jamie

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  • June 10, 2019 at 3:20 AM
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    I have always been an avid fan of science fiction from the time I was first able to start reading, Jamie. I love your inspiration for this and look forward to reading each chapter of your novel.

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