Nonpost slushfest

This blog is in imminent danger of degenerating into a personal slushfest. Because this entry certainly has nothing to do with poetry, imagination, or fiction, and I am not sure whether it at all fits in with the prevailing philosophy at M-i-V (all fictional stuff and please, no smartypants autobiographical snippets of wisdom, ever! Poetry is not the journal of the poet, remember?) But it’s beginning to sound just like one of those exact thingies, that comes with a moral at the tale-end. 

Last year, I found a local writers' outfit and joined up because they had a poets' group within a group, immediately hooked. Last year, I also had to reluctantly bow out of a chance to write some sci-fi at the Write…Edit…Publish blogfest as I was travelling. So I scheduled a non-fiction essay in support (which to my utter amazement/delight came in at the second place, thank you WEP and Alex J Cavanaugh!).  


However, I was definitely not happy at having to give up a shot at sci-fi, not my usual genre to read, or write. A genre that actually scared me silly, to be honest.   

But where there is a whinge, there’s also a way. I bashed and beat the Bahrain Writers Circle January prompts into a second chance, sat down and took a stab at it finally.

The moral? Things work out okay, if I can bring myself to exercise the minuscule amounts of patience I have been allotted. 

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And then of course the ghastly error in coordinates came to light and he packed up his samples and his logs, folded me up with my legs tucked under, and re-boarded the spacecraft for Rexysper, not in the least bit put out. “The more the merrier, Harold, the more the merrier.” 

But as life often turns out, Rexysper was not really merrier.  As soon as we landed, (after triple-checking the coordinates) it was clear the stay was going to be well, in one word, fraught.  The soil on Rexysper, which was like grits of aquamarine, was plastic-repellent.  Something no-one at the C-n-C had predicted.  Earth-like, my front left foot!

Read my story Harold Meets a Stranger on the BWC blog (please scroll down the page, mine's the third title. Incidentally, the other stories are great too). Or read my other, decisively non-sci-fi story of indeterminate genre  - Thrown Off-track, if wannabe sci-fi is not your thing.  And if you can spare the time, please leave your feedback there. I shall be forever...obliged? nah....deeply beholden? utterly indebted? never mind, you know what I mean, don't you? – your words prized far above rubies.