What is this?
A deviation from stories past, set off on it’s maiden voyage via Amazon Vella – an installment sort of thing angled towards the phone readers with limited attention spans. That is, myself.
RFTS was not written for it. Explicitly. I was in one of those places where I often am, of restlessness. Not wanting to read anything involved, not wanting any major projects: NBA playoffs had concluded and so there was a minute in the day for anything.
Reach for the stars. I just started writing and it felt like it was going to be a very short story. Because, I didn’t want to get too involved. Also, not a lot of thought was put into the start of it.
After a couple brief chapters, i became invested, like i always do.
Wanted to keep the chapters short to go along with what was written.
Reach for the stars, I wrote, and i started thinking about a long-time thought that was a bit dry and uninspiring, but enough so that it remained a consideration for a while.
Probably, a decade.
That is a element of the story, but not a focus – which is the characters.
I saw the Vella thing, but distracted.
As i started to get into this, however, I looked back at it, and it seemed like it might be a good fit for the non-committal effort.
So, there it is for now.
The dull, dry, humorless narrative that had been sat upon for however long was coopted into this, as a what has been – probably the best possible thing that could happen. Instead of endless exposition on generations of fruitless, hard labor, there’s just a delirious old man delivering a warning.
That tangent fell against another long-time consideration, of near invisible, slightly glowing aliens. I forget where they were supposed to fit in, but here they are.