I am watching a movie called How it Ends. It’s a Netflix release in the vein of other Netflix direct movies that feature A or B list stars. This one has Forrest Whitaker and the dude who played Four in the Divergent series of films. It is terrifying in its portrayal of reality and our sheer lack of understanding of the unknown and what is possible.
As I watch I consider my writing and what I am trying to explore/expose through words and I think about this film as a version of what I am trying to do here. My stories are questions. My stores are attempts to peer past what I know towards what I could imagine could be and could have been. I tend to isolate that to science fiction but lately I’ve been thinking that the Sci is a crutch I am using the way Shadowrun has long been. The key is to tell the story about the people and find some bit of soul and solace in building their world and their relationships.
I write to reflect on the things I am going through and the the things I see happen in the world around me. More and more it is becoming important to tell those stories and to look into the peculiar darkness gathering at my feet and share that vision with those who see the same but need the words and share that vision with those who would see differently.