This week is bringing us torrential rain in California, enough that my neighbors used kayaks to navigate one of the streets in our neighborhood. We’ve had floods, landslides, hail, lightning and thunder. I’m enjoying a nice fire in a fireplace that doesn’t get much use.
Once, when I was quite young, I had the pleasure of hearing Ray Bradbury speak, and at the time he said that Singing in the Rain was his favorite science fiction movie. He defined science fiction as a literary exploration of the effect of new technology on society. In the case of Singing in the Rain, the effect of cinema with sound.
That made a huge impact on me, because at the time, I believed that all science fiction had to be an inexplicable morass of spandex clad space men and superior alien technology. So much Mr. Bradbury said that night stuck in my mind, to percolate there, for maybe thirty years, until I took his advice on writing and found that yes, wow. It was possible for me to write stories and have them published. To do what I loved best, to pull something out of my imagination, to play those childish games I loved, pretend, and make money in the effort.
It’s not as if I make a living at it, yet. And of course Mr. Bradbury has no idea I’m alive. But I will always love him and think of him fondly as I am today, in the rain.
Today I’m blogging at BookWenches about laughter an hope, and what I hope readers take away from my work. You can find out what I said right HERE.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some singing and dancing to do…