THE BP # 71
EDITORIAL, SPRING 2015
Our Legacy, In Brief
Why do we write what
we write? Is the speculative fictioneer’s
goal mere entertainment and self-promotion? Or do we seek vast wealth and even
immortality (What a fantasy!)?
A fictional approach
to express inner turmoil or share a personal philosophy is common enough. Using
the horror genre to do so has produced popular works. Have these products ‘gone
viral’? I don’t think so. As for science fiction—sorry, it still hasn’t cured the
common cold, let alone famine, global warming, or the insanity of war.
Surrealism? That kind of writing just makes a writer look weird.
The market is, at
best, a fickle ally, and, at worst, a formidable foe of written speculation.
Besides, political correctness, or fear of challenging the norm, stifles many a
creative attempt. Our type of fiction often confronts readers with
uncomfortable alternate realities. We live in a world that discourages
“coloring outside the lines” by seriously exploring fantastic possibilities. We
are warned not to write down our parables, let alone interpret anyone else’s.
Yet, by some miracle, we are given the spirit to dream and tell our stories,
come what may.
We believe in what
we do, hope it makes a difference (at least within ourselves), and are in love
with the spirit that drives us, even though we may not fully understand why.
Welcome to a
spirited, if not spiritual, sampling of springtime speculation, fellow dreamers.
We’re serving up quite an intellectual banquet. In Hal Kempka’s “Catch of the
Day” the best part is the tail piece. Paul Strickland’s surreal “Lust” offers
us a taste of future interpersonal relations. Editor Ken Crist’s “Pebbles” also
gives a spicy twist to bullying (a prominent theme this issue), as do Charlie
Cole in “Pioneer Justice…” and Chris Hivner’s artfully crafted “Sand.” Sometimes
curiosity overrides caution with dire consequences. For examples, see Roy Dorman’s “The Big Apple Bites,”
my own “The Big
Picture,” and Mayjor E. Johnson’s “The Door.” Paul Strickland’s nostalgic “Washed
Away” provides timely refreshment in a desert of unjust desserts.
icing on the
cake, if not the cake itself, comes courtesy of poets Teresa Ann Frazee’s
“Secret Entrances,” “The Haze of Space,” and “The Presence,” and Denny E.
Marshall’s 11 Vampire Haiku. Thanks
for reading. Don’t give up on your dreams. Do write them down.