Yes. it IS Hallowe’en in a couple of months. At least in my book it is. Not ‘Halloween’ , which to me always seems a sloppy rendition! So in the best Hallowe’en traditions I am writing a ghost story. Of sorts. The last Hallowe’en story that I did was ‘Reflections’, set in the Thunderbirds fandom. This current one will be UFO, and will be, like the series itself, dark and angst-ridden. Time will tell! It will be short though as I have too many other projects to complete and work starts again next week.
Sigh. Five hours later…..
Hallowe’en story complete. As usual I did the first ‘straight from the fingers’ version ( with only minor edits) and then printed it out with a view to 2nd draft. According to the ‘rules’ of editing, I should have taken about 300 words from the piece. (it is running at just under 3K words) But, as usual I read through deleting madly (and yes, that is an adverb, but so what!) and cut out the doubles, and redundancies, tweaked a few areas, corrected the errors and still ended up adding forty words to the whole thing.
I don’t mind though. This is never intended to be anything more than ‘froth’, a quick piece to entertain at Hallowe’en. Hope it works!
And on a final note, perhaps this year I might finally get that pumpkin of Virginia Lake done to put on my gatepost. It will be the last chance I have!
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.
I started ‘drawing’ about eighteen months ago. I freely admit that my early attempts were .. pretty poor, but I am rather pleased with this sketch of Colonel Virginia Lake.
Copyright. LtCdr. Aug. 2012
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