You know those movies where the world as we know it is destroyed and only a handful of people are still alive? We watched one recently with Dennis Quaid as the leading guy--get this--a climatologist who predicts the coming of the Ice Age and well, it happens in 6-8 days. Doh!
But I love these stories for some reason. I think mostly because of the fight for survival and the reduction of all those icky, nasty issues (race, gender, rich, poor, religious, young, old, healthy or not) to how humans really care for each other / or not. What really matters is life, and not the status quo. Sure, there are gonna be stupid survivors too, but for the most part the cold or plague or what ever will have killed off most of them. The survivors are an enrichment of the intelligent, but not necessarily morally intelligent? Hmm.
I think about those movies or stories, and I think -- well, which character am I? Of course I am a survivor! I don't die right away. Perhaps the plague one would not be my favorite way to go. Let's say for the Dennis Quaid Ice Age movie, I think I would be like the wifey doctor, who would stay behind to make sure the leukemia kid stayed brave and got out safely. She wasn't one on the "battlefield" but she was doing the right things to protect what she could. Innocence. Life. For another day.
While I'd like to think I'd make a great contemplative, solitary, or urban hermit, I enjoy the time I do have with my friends too much and want more than just simple introspection. But being the crazy overworked heroine is also not my game. Engaging my dear Readers is important to me -- getting that "telepathic conversation" going and the truth in my head out on to the page. It's hard work that I am willing to do. Yeah. Telepathy... I am putting thoughts in your head... heh heh heh... subliminal messages to get you to ... oh buy my stories and books.... heh heh heh.
Okay, that wasn't very subliminal. :-) Is there still hope for me?? Yes!!
