Lost in Sci-Fi
Inspiration has been a little lacking lately, when it comes to my Blog posts. Maybe this is because I have gone so long without having to write a post, or because I’m so focused on the Short Stories now. It may also have something to do with the fact that I have a full-time job outside of all of this. Writing is my passion, but it doesn’t pay the bills! At least not yet. I recently started watching Lost in Space on Netflix. I have enjoyed it so far, but I havent’s seen it all yet, so don’t spoil it for me! What I’d really like to see is a more military Sci-Fi, StarTrek: Discovery tried, but there was something about it, I couldn’t really enjoy it. The sets were nice, the SFX were about what we expect from StarTrek but there was just something off about the whole thing. The Spore Drive. It was totally the Spore Drive. What I’m craving is something more akin to The Expanse, or Battlestar Galactica, which are both amazing, and if you haven’t watched any of them, you should totally start right this moment. There’s a series of books I read some time ago, a series that I plan to return to soon, called “The Lost Fleet” written by Jack Campbell. I would absolutely love to see it as a TV Series. Will it happen? Probably not. It’d be ridiculously expensive and too drawn out I suspect. Not to mention the amount of ships they’d have to design and render. Still, it’s something I long for. It’s just all this dumbing down by the various networks annoys me. Space is hard. It’s the hardest thing we try to do (although apparently, it’s easier to do than not shitting on our own doorstep! (Hello eight million metric tons of plastic in our oceans!!!)) Why is it so hard to focus on that? The Expanse does it, to a certain degree. I’m sure there have been others. I honestly think that I’m happier watching a hard Sci-Fi where other humans are the enemy rather than one where aliens are the enemy. It’s easier to accept that we’ll never all agree on anything regardless of when or where, than to accept contact with aliens. What does that say about me as a person?
Back to my constantly failing projects, we’re into the noughties! The world now is a very different place. We’re post 9/11, post Gulf War part 2, terrorism is on the rise, and I’m more concerned about paying bills and trying to get a project completed. One balmy (for Ireland) Saturday night, having had a few drinks with some old friends, we were accosted by a car advertising a local strip club. So we piled in and off we went. While in this establishment, I went to the smoking area. Being drunk and chatty I had a conversation with a man I’d never met before, nor since, and learned of a filmmaking course in a local college. Because where else do you learn about these things? I there and then decided that I was going to apply for the course. And I did.