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Reached the ‘magic’ 30K total today on what might be a pretty long story in the end. I had intended leaving  it for a while to simmer, but like a hole in a tooth it kept drawing me back until I ended up writing more. It brings in several characters, mainly Alec and Jackson, but it is the ‘incidental’ characters who have been a lot of fun to write this time.  This takes the total number of my  UFO stories waiting to be published to 18, (not including two that are works in progress, – Combined Operations and Hardwired.) Combined Ops is a bugger. It seems to have undergone a metamorphosis every time I open it up, to the extent  that to make it work, I think I need to start  again and scrap at least 5K of the 12  I have already done.  I hate scrapping words. I know it has to be done, and I am pretty tough on my editing, but when it means scrapping entire chapters, or even characters from a story, then I hesitate.

‘Combined’ (or as I privately call it ..That bloody story) now has at least seven different versions as well as three or four titles. I can see myself printing each one out and then re-writing from scratch, stealing the best parts from each story! Here is a taster: ( and no.. it’s not Straker here)

He was by himself now, a solitary survivor, alone in the dimness of the empty corridor. Even his radio was silent. No, they were there, ahead of him, just a few more steps down the smooth concrete slope, round the corner to the massive bulkheads of the shelter. A few more paces, half-blinded by the brighter lights that welcomed him and glittered in stinging eyes. A cumbersome lurch  through the first airlock, bouncing, exhausted and breathless off the frame, then hands reaching  out to help him take that  second step into the cavern,  the  warning alarm audible even through the thick helmet. He sensed the heavy reverberation of the airlocks slamming into their seals behind him. So close. But safe.

He opened his helmet. They were standing there, waiting.  A quick count. A deep sigh of relief.  ‘All heads, report.’

Oh, and if anyone is utterly desperate to read any of my unpublished stories, contact me. I don’t promise to send them, but you never know.

And this post’s screenshot?  I spent quite a while searching for this one which plays an important role in my current story.

On Jan. 27, 1967, veteran astronaut Gus Grissom, first American spacewalker Ed White and rookie Roger Chaffee  were preparing for what was to be the first manned Apollo flight. The astronauts were  on the launch pad for a pre-launch test when fire broke out in their Apollo capsule.

Remembered.

Photo: NASA

I have not made any comment about the death of Gerry Anderson, simply because I cannot find the right words to express my feelings. All I will  say is that he leaves us a wonderful legacy that will endure as long as we watch and enjoy and share our thoughts with other fans.

Home thoughts from abroad. Well, a-bed actually. Having spent several hours hooked up to monitors some weeks ago, and with a friendly doctor and nurses  watching me like a hawk for several  hours  ( oh boy the plot bunnies that appeared  about hospital resuscitation rooms!), I had time to reflect on the last three years and what they mean to me.

I have learned a lot about writing since I started in July 2009, and not just about writing but also myself.  I have changed my perspectives on many things: religion, tolerance, the state of education in this country  and  of course, the importance of canon. I have not changed my stance on politics, but that has very little to do with this world of fanfiction, although it is tempting to do a UFO story…  oh shit. Another plot bunny rears its ugly head!

Fanfiction,  and writing in general,  are responsible for a lot of things. Take art  for example. When I was 14 I had to drop art in order to take Geography at ‘O’ level.  Over the years I dabbled with the odd sketch once or twice, but never felt confident enough to go beyond drawing something small and then hiding the result in a sketchbook. Let’s be honest. I am not a good artist, not even a mediocre one, there are pupils at school who are far better than I will ever be,  but I enjoy drawing and that is all that matters to me. As I once said, I do it for pleasure and if other people like looking at my work, I am happy to share it with them.

Looking back, I recall that three years ago I was writing Thunderbirds fanfic.  Small stuff, inoffensive, harmless and immature. My initial attempts at UFO were the same.  I followed other writers in the fandom, gained some fans, lost others, made brief forays into forums and other fandoms and realised that the world of fanfiction is populated by people who are fiercely protective of what they see as their own domain. Quite often newcomers are welcomed  until they ruffle feathers  by standing up for what they believe in.  Sometimes ‘tall poppy syndrome’ rears its head and then old friendships are torn apart, to the detriment of the fandom itself. Splinter groups appear and once-eager writers quietly move onto new fandoms, leaving the troubles behind them.

Occasionally, sparked by a re-run of an original  series or a remake of a film, a fandom will attract a gang of new writers, all keen to experiment with the characters that they think they know, and to bring countless badly-conceived Mary-Sue self-inserts into what was once a vibrant and thriving fandom. Then the  good writers stop reviewing. They pack their bags and retreat into their own worlds or other genres, leaving the fandom to decline beneath a flurry of badly written and improbable heroes who bear no resemblance to the original characters. It has happened to many fandoms. I am watching that exact scenario happening right now in one particular fandom on ffnet,  slowly destroying what was once a wonderful repository of excellent stories.

It will eventually happen to Harry Potter, to Sherlock, to Star Trek and Stargate and Naruto and The Hunger Games and so on.

Writers  grow up and move on. They  find new adventures, new challenges,  new experiences.  I moved on from Thunderbirds. It lost its appeal, its magic. I could no longer summon up the passion for Virgil Tracy or Scott. I never had the enthusiasm to write Alan anyway, and somehow the whole fandom became tainted with mediocre tales of sisters and babies and weddings and lost twins. It no longer had any reality to the original series.

Don’t get me wrong. There are some brilliant writers out there, valiantly keeping the Thunderbirds fandom true to its origins, but they are few and far between, swamped under the waves of mediocrity.

As for me, I write my UFO stories  for myself, although  I hope that other people enjoy them.  They are, in reality, my ‘sketchbook pictures’ that I open up for others to enjoy should they wish to read them. The thrill of putting words together  to create a story is something that I hope  will never fade and I know that other UFO writers are as passionate about their writing as I am, and there are  others who only dabble in the fandom.

Each writer loves what they write, loves ‘their’ UFO as much as I love mine.   I have spent three years writing in the SHADO universe  and I am certainly not finished. There is a long way to go, I hope. I have only just begun to understand Straker and his complex character and every time I think to myself, ‘there is nothing left to write’ something appears, a picture or a word or a sound gives me that springboard to a new story.

At the moment I am working on NaNoWriMo, a fun concept in some ways, but it has made me more aware of the need to be disciplined in my writing,  not only to actually stop procrastinating, but also to  organise my work so that I can plan ahead.  I have 45 short story titles on my ‘Work In Progress’ file. Some are UFO, some original, and most of them will be between 2  and 12 thousand words.  But one of them, intended to be slightly longer, has now morphed into something with the potential to be much greater.  And that scares me actually; the knowledge that, to write it properly, I will have to commit as much time to the story as I did to The Shepherd.  But I think it will be fun to try and, after all, why do I do this?

Because I enjoy it.

Neil  Armstrong.

I remember staying up late, ( or was it very early!) and watching him on television as he stepped down onto the surface. Drinking Drambuie to toast him. My father writing a record of the time and date in the family bible. A grainy image on the small tv in the corner of the lounge, hardly visible, but I was thrilled. We kept the newspapers with their full front page accounts, watched and listened and also prayed that they would get back safely. It was the most exciting event of my childhood. It was the future.  Fantastic possibilities,. reaching the stars,  All those sci-fi stories coming true.

It never happened. The Apollo missions were cancelled,  we stayed here on Earth. Oh there was Mir, and ISS and the Shuttle, but those wonderful dreams of Moonbases and men on Mars faded.

And, like the Apollo missions, UFO faded away. Too early, and without achieving its potential. I was (and still am) a sci-fi fanatic. Hard sci-fi, not  the soft stuff that became so popular in the 80s.  I loved the early works of many sci-fi authors, Heinlein, Asimov, Blish, James White  even Clarke.

Red Planet.   Space Cadet.  Tunnel in the Sky.   The Moon is a Harsh Mistress.  Time for the Stars. 2001.  Have Space Suit, Will Travel. Galactic Gourmet. Too many dammed good stories. And too many of them no longer appreciated or read or remembered.

I never ever thought that one day I might end up  writing UFO, or building  this site to help keep memories alive.

Neil Armstrong. Thank you. I will always remember you.

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I did this story ages ago, and although its not canon, I had a lot of fun doing it. Sometimes its good to simply be frivolous and step outside the boundaries.

Henderson: One Hour