You can’t really move a story like this; it just won’t sell. The writer writing about writing is a no-go. It’s cliched, done to death, and never worth the editor’s trouble to slog through to the end. Still, every writer has one in him and needs to let it out. This is mine. Happy Holidays.
Amazon’s amazingly relevant serial adaptation of Philip K. Dick’s classic novel, The Man in the High Castle, is slated to return on October 5th. My expectations have been severely diminished by revelations in a new teaser.
The failure of Solo: A Star Wars Story adds considerable weight to my argument that consumers of popular media crave original stories about original characters with original plots expressed in tight arcs. Sticking someone else in Harrison Ford’s clothes, in Harrison Ford’s ship, and with Harrison Ford’s Wookie simply doesn’t cut it. Originality counts.
The same lack of originality is what condemned Feig’s Ghostbusters reboot to a mediocre box office haul. Ditto Marvel’s efforts to wow fans by breaking lore in order to put new faces in old costumes–it simply didn’t work because it was a cheap gimmick that lacked vision.
Again, originality counts.
So if you’ve listened carefully to science fiction movie trailers over the past 30 or so years, there’s a sound effect that’s used–a grand, sweeping, heavy bass orchestral hit that I can only express in writing as “BWAAA.” It’s grossly overused in SF movie trailers.
My latest short story is harsh. I mean, it’s brutal. No feelings were spared when I wrote it, and I used it to take genre fiction to task.
Nebula & Nova
by Victor T. Cypert
And all the worlds
burned in its wake
of their star.
Thanks for Nothing, Assholes
by Victor T. Cypert
What we scraped out of Roswell
sent us down the dead-end road
of semi-conductors and binary algorithms,
transistors and integrated circuits,
dot-com booms and Bit-Coin blues,
low-current diodes and high-powered fans
riveted to titanic heatsinks
as our CPUs crunched away
at endless distraction.
We were meant to be a people
of flint glass and copper tubes,
zinc plates against asbestos padding,
coils and capacitors and crystals–
low-tech monsters in world-sized ships
out to prey on the stars.
Just got to wait for it to warm up, first….