Why Do I Write Science Fiction? By Janice Seagraves

I was recently asked on a facebook party why I wrote science fiction romance?

I told her, that it was because of all the possibilities, which are infinite.

Which is true.

But there is a more closer connection.

Back when I was little, I watched Star Trek with my father.

I'd lay on the floor or sit on the couch and he'd be in his big recliner. We'd always laugh at the antics of the crew (usually between Spock and McCoy) or be appalled when one the badies would do to something mean or kill one of the poor red shirts.

You know, the ones who always got killed.

Sometimes when Dad read a science fiction book, I'd ask him to read it to me, and he would read a few pages. He wouldn't read all of it because he said I wouldn't understand or maybe the next scene he thought was inappropriate for me to hear.

About the time I entered High School, I found science fiction books. I'd bring them home and share them with my Dad.

We also saw the first movie in the Star Wars saga together. I still remember see those big words scrolling across the screen that introduced us to the Star Wars universe:

In a galaxy far, far, away...

I loved it, my dad not so much.

"Too much noise and not enough story" is how I think my Dad put it.

 A love of well written science fiction connected me to my father.

I lost him in 1982. I'll always miss him and in my heart I'd like to think my Dad would enjoy the science fiction books that I write. Inappropriate scenes and all.

The Chronicles of Arcon book one:

Alien Heart

Alien Heart, the first of a whole new SF series.
https://www.amazon.com/Alien-Heart-Chronicles-Arcon-Book-ebook/dp/B01N0N73OF/
Blurb: Divorcee and single mom, hardworking Audrey Westberry is the host of a cable TV show called Miz Fixit.
Romance was the last thing on Audrey’s mind when two handsome extraterrestrials join the audience of her show.
Soon Audrey finds out a single word “mated” has different meaning when you are born a galaxy away. After a wonderful night of passion, Audrey finds herself far from home, impregnated and her life turned upside down.
Will she ever be able to leave the alien compound, see her son again, or get home in time to film the fall season of her Miz Fixit show?
But what’s a girl to do with two aliens that smell like candy, and their kisses taste like it, too?

Excerpt:

After filming, Audrey sat at the vanity table, while the makeup girl, Kendra, helped her remove the heavy camera makeup.

“Good show, everyone.” Derek, the director, walked through the dressing room. Tall, dark-haired, with hazel eyes, and oh so married. He leaned on Audrey’s chair and peered into the mirror at her. “So, Audrey, how are you going to spend your summer hiatus?”

 “Oh hi, Derek.” Kendra made eyes at him again.

Audrey frowned at her. If his wife ever saw her do that, she’d go ballistic. To Audrey he was just a dear friend and director, who’d guided her through the complexity of cable television.

“I was going to spend it with my son, but I got a call from my ex. Tony is going away to camp for eight weeks.”

“Camp?” He blinked in surprise. “Whose idea was that?”

“Tony and his best friend decided they wanted to go. My ex put him on the phone, so he could tell me.”

“Ouch.” Derek pulled down the corners of his mouth. “Best friend one, mom zero.”

“Yeah,” Audrey sighed, still feeling the sting of rejection. “He’s at an age now when friends are more important than mommy.”

“And, this is the dressing room where our star puts on her makeup for the camera.” Fox Watanabe, Audrey's agent, was nattily dressed. His straight midnight hair and dark eyes marked him as pure Native American. He seemed to be acting as a tour guide to the aliens.

A cameraman entered the dressing room ahead of the aliens, walking backward as he snapped pictures.

Audrey grimaced. God, what’s Fox doing now?

“The aliens look like elves,” Derek muttered under his breath.

“Yeah, they do.” Audrey noticed their pointed ears and long faces. “They could’ve played extras on the Lord of the Ring movies.”

“Got to go, things to do.” Derek headed toward the exit, but he slowed, and his back stiffened as he got near her agent.

Audrey tensed. Please don't let them get into another argument over me.

“Fox.”

“This is our little show’s director, Derek Alcorn.” Fox gestured toward him.

“Nice to meet you.” Derek gave a nod to the aliens. “I’ve got to button up the set.”

He hurried out of the room.

Fox turned back to the aliens. “He’s a busy man, lots of responsibilities.”

Audrey let out a breath. Fox had once again ignored the subtle dig Derek’s quick exit meant. The show's director didn't like chitchat, but he hated her agent even more.

“They have three penises each,” Kendra whispered in Audrey’s ear. She used a soaked cotton ball and ran it over the side of Audrey’s face to clean off the makeup.

Audrey turned to stare at her. “What?”

Kendra pinched Audrey’s chin, moving her head over to clean the other side.

“I saw a picture on the internet.” She whispered, “Two long ones and a little one. It makes you wonder what their women look like down there.”

Audrey licked her lips, trying to imagine the male aliens naked. Would their equipment look like my favorite toy?

Kendra moved back and smiled. “All done.”

Fox walked over to her, with the aliens in tow. “Here’s our Miz Fixit, Audrey Westberry.”

God, what a thing to tell me, just before I’m introduced to them. Standing, Audrey held out her hand and tried not to glance at their crotches. “How do you do?”

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https://www.amazon.com/Alien-Heart-Chronicles-Arcon-Book-ebook/dp/B01N0N73OF/

Janice Seagraves website:  https://janice-seagraves.org/