It came to me yesterday almost exactly how it played out in real life beat for beat. I followed my FIL to his shop in an open side by side in minus twenty six degree Celsius weather, to go and get the Bobcat. The seat was ice cold, the controls were frigid to the touch, and the engine struggled to start without the engine block heater having run, or the prime pump heater turning on. As I was wiping down the front window to be able to see through it from inside the dark shop. Frost was building up on the inside of the glass as I sat there breathing in the bitterly cold air. I thought, this is a good experience to capture as is, and show some of the hardship and grit the black ops folks go through living in perpetual darkness and cold out by Pluto. The rodent issue was a real problem for us when we renovated our house several years ago. You rush around working focusing on big stuff, only to later take a closer look and start to see signs of the pests along the edges of base boards and under objects you haven’t moved in a while.
That is the sort of day dream, lived experience I need in order to write something that feels worth while. Since I’m no rocket buff, and don’t follow math and such, I try to focus my science-fiction on the people involved rather than the actual science of living and working, and fighting in outer space.
That’s a little insight into my writing and let us say “research” for any given chapter in my interconnected series. Thanks for following along.
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