Am I really writing science fiction?

I write about computers and the Internet and digital books, which must have been devised by the devil himself.

So why do I like to write science fiction? I ask.

That might catch you by surprise.

If you’ve read my work, particularly the serialized novels I am writing for Venture Galleries, you might be scratching your head.

Last Deadly Lie is set in Mississippi probably day before yesterday.

Back Side of a Blue Moon is set in East Texas during the Great Depression.

My Ambrose Lincoln series – Secrets of the Dead, Conspiracy of Lies, Night Side of Dark, and Place of Skulls –is set in Germany, Poland, and the United States during the 1940s.

So what does that have to do with science fiction?

Plenty.

I have used my wild, vivid imagination to create all sorts of wild and imaginative pieces of tools and weapons and machinery that are virtually unbelievable.

In Last Deadly Lie, there are people talking on phones.

And the phones aren’t wired into anything.

They are running on cells.

And something called electricity keeps the homes lit at night.

That borders on blasphemy.

And people actually get up enough nerve to crawl into strange metallic machines with a motor and four wheels and run madly like the wind from places to place.

In Back Side of a Blue Moon, folks are actually digging fuel out of the ground.

And the fuel costs more than the gold in their rivers.

On more than one occasion, I’ve written about long, sleek, heavier than air flying machines that leave the ground and soar at shocking speeds across cities, countries, and continents.

People are on board.

And they are drinking Cokes and eating peanuts.

Lord, help me.

What is a Coke?

And why would anybody want to drink it?

Dredging out ideas so bold that they require readers to suspend belief when it’s virtually impossible to suspend that much belief, I write about computers and the Internet and digital books, which must have been devised by the devil himself. The concept is so wild it’s almost Frankensteinian. Mary Shelley would be proud.

Rifles fire like machine guns.

Pistols fire like machine guns.

I apologize. I’m ahead of myself.

What is a machine gun?

My stories are fraught with science fiction.

But you don’t write science fiction, you say.

Yes, I do, I say.

If you were reading my stories in 1853, they would all be classified as futuristic and science fiction.

The real world in 1853 would have never foreseen the real world of today, the world that exists around us, the world we take for granted.

In this rapidly changing and mind-bending era, by the time we read science fiction once and then a second time, the technology has become commonplace.

It has become our world and our story.

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