Mission statement

I hereby declare this journal a small space wherein I will continue to meander aimlessly.

Beyond the reach of the farthest radio telescope

In November 2002, I did the National Novel Writing Month competition, writing 50,000 words in less than thirty days. I finished the resulting science fiction novel, "Lonely Distance", in a matter of a few weeks. I wrote it as a first person narrative, chatty in the way my favorite letters or weblog posts can be. But I made my narrator a fellow who gains an obsession with a "space alien" with whom he can communicate only virtually. My goal was to explore the inner experience of obsession, though a wordy, self-absorbed narrator, and to watch obsession fade and something else, maybe something a little nobler, replace it. It's about the passage from one phase of living to another, from the fever to the stony cold to the cure.

( blithering notes about being compassionate about the universe, after the infatuation with the stars has died )