I read a lot of books. Like, a lot. My bookshelves are always overflowing. I read a lot of different kinds of books: sci-fi, fantasy, biographies, classic literature, books about religion and history, books about current or recent events, true crime…with lots of stops along the way. I have recently been dipping my toe into
Tag: science fiction
For a long time, in my teens and early twenties, I was sure that we would see the end of the world in my lifetime. Part of me clung to science fiction in what I only now recognize as hope that I was wrong, or some unacknowledged notion that even if Armageddon was to happen,
I’m not going to lie, this new job is killing me. I haven’t written more than a few words (of course, not on any of the things I have been writing, no, Brain decided that we needed more sci-fi in our writing and has offered me space!vampire!pirates…I don’t know sometimes…) and my stress level is
Among my earliest memories, there is Star Trek, you know, the original series that started the phenomenon. I couldn’t tell you how old I was, but I can tell you about the ugly brown couch with the weird texture that we sat on to watch it, and that I watched it with my father. I
When I was a teenager I loved dystopian fiction. I was obsessed with the idea of the end of the world as we know it and how the people left after catastrophe would survive. I wanted to visit all kinds of different worlds with different types of societies and different means of living. Part of that,
Do you remember where you were when those words first crawled across the screen? I was a very young child, but I remember it well. At six years old, Star Wars is probably the first movie I can remember. I’ve written before about my love for Carrie Fisher and for Princess/Senator/General Leia Organa, which has
Natalie J Case 