I love science fiction. Especially the stories that were popular during what now is called the golden era of science fiction, the fifties. The ones with strange civilizations and far-flung galaxies and intrepid explorers who range through both.
Being a writer and loving science fiction, I wrote sci-fi stories and sent them to publishers.
Guess what? None sold. Not a single story. Nada. None. Zero. Zilch.
But my stories of love and every-day life and people like my neighbors and friends do sell. So when I wrote the Legends series, about people you’d like to know, I set them in semi-other-worldly places.
And, being the sneaky kind of person that I am, I slip science fiction into many of my stories and, when the story isn’t the kind to allow it no matter how hard I try, I sometimes subtly suggest that there might be more to the story than the bare outlines indicate. Heh! Heh! Heh!
Check out my Wilderness Women series to see what I mean.
Not a kernel — not a nugget — of science fiction in the bunch but each story carries with it the possibility — just a hint of ‘maybe’ — that my heroines who live in the forest and love it could be touched by what I think of as ‘forest spirits.’
You’ll have to decide for yourself.