Apocalypse 2016, Intro

So, I’m still writing my scifi. I took a break, but I am still doing it, you guys. Even if I haven’t kept up with this blog like I should either.

That said, I need a fun project that isn’t serious to play around with, so I’m doing something that’s supposed to be fun and cheeky but still in the sort of apocalyptic/scifi/disaster genre. I also want to put myself in it and make it a weird alternate reality that’s also cobbled with different things in this sort of genre that I love. And then be aware of that? If that makes sense? Ah, you’ll see.

Hope you like the start.

Apocalypse 2016

Introduction

It happened on my 26th birthday. September 17th, 2016. Things were already tense. The Rio Olympics had gone sour as a cocktail of viruses got together and bread something else. They were calling it simply the Rio Virus. It attacked your immune system, your gastrointestinal system, before finally making it’s way to your brain. But it didn’t kill you—not exactly. Yes, ladies and gentleman. That’s how our nightmare of zombies were realized. They looked just like everyone else. Only their eyes were all white. And sometimes they were missing chunks of skin or a limb. Because they had been bitten. But on September 17th, 2016, that wasn’t a North American problem. We were in heavy quarantine mode. The virus hadn’t turned people yet. Their immune systems were just slowly dying and people thought it was a sort of flu. Coughing. Fevers. The usual. The virus would peak later. In the after. In November.

The US election had everyone tense and 2 members of the Trump campaign had committed suicide. The Clinton campaign was reeling from the latest leaks from Assange, but most people were confident she would recover—even though everything was still unsettling. Debates were approaching on the 23d and everyone waited with bated breaths.

But on September 17th, 2016, North Korea did it. They actually had a nuke that could reach Hawaii. And they took it out. Within an hour, the US retaliated. And then came Russia. And China. And we bombed back.

Most of our major cities were gone and the fallout was terrible. Europe was ravaged—Eastern Europe suffered from airstrikes from Russia. China and Russia turned on each other in the middle of it all.

As for the US—DC, LA, New York, Dallas, Houston, San Francisco, Boston, Atlanta, Miami. Gone. Craters of radiation no one dared venture to. Everything was fragmented.

Now here’s the thing. In an apocalypse, people like me aren’t meant to survive. I hate running, it’s from the devil. I had no military training, couldn’t even fire a gun. No survival skills really. But I had a quick tongue, some book learning, and some raw strength paired with some under-developed boxing skills. Not a lot to go on, especially when my greatest skill was building amazing settlements in Fallout 4, but when the left-overs from the military in the area decided to park itself in my port city, I enlisted.

Most cities devolved into mass chaos from what I heard—not like I had access to 24-hour news anymore, but you got word. Looting, gangs, killings, weird mafias and tribes emerging. But because my city had a lot of leftover military, we were on lockdown. My family was moved to camps outside of the base, which made me feel better while I got my butt handed to me by a drill sergeant who I vowed to never let know my loathing of running. He would use it for fun to torment me. I had a smart mouth and sassy comebacks and he was not a fan.

This was not how I wanted to spend my 26th year. Happy fricken birthday to me. At least I didn’t have to worry over elections anymore.

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Off Course

Last weekend was a bust. And the one after that. And the one after that. I won’t lie. I was doing so good with my 5k words a weekend…and then I collapsed. So much happened in the  world and in my own little work world that I couldn’t think. And then I went to Hawaii–where I am now.

Hopefully now I can think and pull myself back together. It’s so amazing to me how if you slack in one area, it quickly becomes a snowball-effect of procrastination. I’m in a dead-zone of creativity. Thinking isn’t on my radar. But it must be. Because I really don’t want to let myself down on my goals. So, time to pull myself up by the bootstraps and get serious.

And if anyone has advice to offer to beat the slump, I’ll take it.

Meanwhile, I’m reading Isaac Asimov’s Foundation series, and I must say, I’m enjoying the genius.

Beep Beep Boop

That title literally came from the loading screen at WordPress…and I loved it so I went with it.

Also, it reminds me of this stunning gif of Steve Buscemi, who I adore. I think he’s the cutest thing ever, and don’t you dare contradict me. Also, he’s a boss actor.

steve buscemi

Anyways, I missed last week’s post, and I missed my 5k mark. I’m a bad, bad writer. I was out traveling, and that just kills the groove sometimes.  But good news! This weekend, I have all the time in the world. I’m shooting for 7-10k.

On the bright side, I did finally nail down the name for my hero (though, hero isn’t the word I’d use to describe him, really). Captain Fenrir Themis, named after the Norse hellhound. Yes, there’s a point. There’s usually always a point to everything when I write. I’m the sort of person who writes things with 50 different layers to it. I’m that neurotic. I’m the writer your English teacher thinks every writer is. I can’t help myself. It’s just all got to be steeped in symbolism.

Vicky is Neurotic

I do finally have a grasp on him. I’ve been wrestling with his character for weeks. I finally tackled him…he’s a bit of Chris Pratt as Starlord, Han Solo, and an 80’s rocker all in one. I’m starting to realize how much this thing is being influenced by the 80’s… There’s a lot of neon. I blame my parents. And the fact that Blade Runner is my favorite movie of all time. ALL TIME.

Gaze upon its magnificence.

Gaze upon its magnificence.

So, another thing I’ve been thinking is doing bi-weekly posts… I know, I know, I was awful and forgot last week’s… but this would be a short post, mostly pictures, of things that inspire me that week. If you’re actually reading this, and have input, let me know.

I’m cutting this short because I’m watching Back to the Future, all 3 of them, and it’s October 21, 2015…so I gotta. Speaking of SciFi and all…

Can we please start dressing like this now?

Can we please start dressing like this now?

Until then,

Xoxo VickyStardust

Procrastination Dead Ahead

Sweet mother of pearl, procrastination is already setting in here. I don’t even feel like writing another blog. How sad is that? But I told myself, once a week, so here we are…though I probably need to go every 3 days, judging by my stats page.

Spongebob: That show understands me on a very deep level...and I'm pretty sure Squidward is the millennial poster-child.

Spongebob: That show understands me on a very deep level…and I’m pretty sure Squidward is the millennial poster-child.

I keep telling myself I’ll have 5k words by Friday… “Suuuureeeee…” I seem to be responding.

My problem is two-fold. Not only am I just an awful procrastinator who works best against tight deadlines, but I am incredibly detailed when I write. I feel like instead of books, film should be my medium. Except I know nothing about film-making, and they’d all have to be big-budget films.

This is kind of heinous and brilliant all at once.

This is kind of heinous and brilliant all at once.

No, instead of writing, I’m over here trying to get my, to use tumblr’s word of the hour, aesthetic right. Bright side, I almost have my own feel which is starting to meld…that’s a plus, right? I also get obsessed with certain songs when I write if they remind me of the story, so I have a playlist now. Before you ask, yes, “Space Oddity” made it. How could I not? Ground control to Major Tom.

I'll never be this cool tbh

I’ll never be this cool tbh

I keep renaming people too. Like, I feel the name has to be perfect and have 4 different meanings that are relatable. My psychotic perfectionism is setting in. I understand now why the stereotype of anyone artistically inclined is temperamental. Artists are being driven insane by themselves and this inability to perfectly communicate what’s going on in their brain. They can’t perfectly replicate this particular firing of synapses in their skull so they’re bound to get a little fussy. And heaven forbid no one gets it.

Ugh, side note, my least favorite thing is people misunderstanding a joke. The worst. Especially if it’s something non-controversial and mild and they still find some what to be offended about. To a person who tries to stick to neutral ground and avoid stepping on toes or being disrespectful, if you still find something to be offended about, it takes them to a special level of rage. I think the internet has provided an unfortunate outlet for people lacking in a sense of humor. I truly do. Weird, random rant over.

Look what you did...making me resort to Gandhi.

Look what you did…making me resort to Gandhi.

Back on track, this is going slow, and my Netflix habit isn’t helping.

But this playlist I made is pretty bomb.

bog 2.4

Maiden Voyage

2001: A Space Odyssey

In 1964, after the completion of Dr. Strangelove, Stanley Kubrick found himself enticed by the world of science fiction.  The great yet eccentric director sought out writer Arthur C. Clarke, who, at the time, Kubrick believed was a recluse, or as Kubrick oh-so-delicately put it, “a nut in a tree.”  Despite Kubrick’s doubts, and Clarke’s being mildly offended by Kubrick’s assumptions, the two set out to make what is now seen as one of the most groundbreaking films of the last century, and certainly one of the most groundbreaking films in science fiction–though the very first one, A Trip to the Moon, will always hold a special place in my heart. 2001: A Space Odyssey created a rich legacy and influenced the likes of Spielberg and George Lucas, who put his stamp on the entire genre with Star Wars, which itself has had more than an impact on science fiction films–it’s influenced science fiction literature, culture–even generations.

Star Wars

…and this is the Mother of all things to have going before you.

So, where does this leave me, a 25-year old millennial, who is praying to avoid a quarter-life crisis and still trying to figure out what she wants to be when she grows up? Simple. I’m going to write a novel. A science fiction novel….Well, at least I’ll try. The way I see it is that this blog will actually serve a purpose: to make me write the story in my head. I’ve always loved stories…film, books, television, plays, Humans of New York…. And I figure, I need to try. So, this blog is to make me somewhat accountable and to make me go after a dream of mine.

This isn’t my first blog…or my first attempt to write a book, for that matter. I thought once that I’d be a great book reviewer. Another time, I wrote about my adventures living in Italy. I was asked to write for my school when I studied in Italy. And my last blog was an old tumblr I didn’t keep up. It was full of Sherlock and neon flowers. Lots and lots of flowers. And Sherlock. A floral bouquet of Cumberbatch. As for the books… too many to count, but they still sit on my back burner. I love them too much to throw them out…each character like a child of mine. In the novel The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield, an old, eccentric author talks about characters, saying that they stand in front of her, tugging on her arms and clothing, begging and wondering when it’s their time to be heard. And so she wrote until only one remained.

So, now I finally want to give them all of their voices. Now I want to be brave enough to push myself into writing their stories. I start here. I’m hoping if I get viewers and followers, if my friends and family know, then they’ll hold me accountable to just getting it done.

My goal for the end of the year is simply 30k words. Nothing more. I know NaNoWriMo does 60k, but this year, I just can’t do that insanity. Hat’s off to those who do, though. I keep trying and failing. And I will try again…just not this year.

Over the course of our time together, I hope to document my frustrations and joys…even talk a bit about what exactly I’m doing. All through a weird millennial lens. Why this lens, you ask? Because, like it or not, I’ve become very much the embodiment of my generation in some ways. Prepare yourself for more use of the word “I” than one would want… : I’ve got the money and job struggles, the wanderlust, the social awareness, the need to binge watch. The love of Netflix…minus the chill because Netflix is for my laziness and nothing else, but that is another rant for another day. I like stupid pop music, and I love bands that are too obscure; you’ve probably never heard of them. I loathe the Kardashians, but sometimes I have a morbid curiosity about them… I loathe myself promptly after finding out. I’m obsessed with Buzzfeed and their quizzes. I find this whole current election fascinating and actually really enjoy that Donald Trump is a part of it–only because it gives us something to laugh at…But seriously, don’t elect him…please. I’ve lived in 2 other countries from the age of 20-24. I’m trilingual. Or almost. I speak Spanish and Italian, and neither is perfect, but I can handle life in both languages. I’m considering law school… but sometimes I feel hesitant. I always wish I was in another country. I always want to know a new language. I’d like to do something that helps people. Purpose and helping others is more important to me than money, which is the same for many in my generation. All of these things go into making me a person. All of these things are more typical in my generation. And all of these things will go into my writing. Don’t worry. I won’t always talk about myself this much–makes me self-conscious.

....shut up, Time....

….shut up, Time….

Anyways, I hope you’ll come with me on my intergalactic journey into Science Fiction.

Xoxo,

Vicky Stardust

2001: A Space Odyssey