I have had this blog for several years now, but you couldn’t tell from the amount of content I’ve put up here. I know in order to have a successful writing platform you have to have a continuous running series of engaging posts, but I’ve honestly been torn between what I want to write, and what I should write. I’ve stared at these blank pages and filled them with words, only to throw them all away in frustration … literally hundreds of times. It’s not that I didn’t write, nor is it that didn’t like what I wrote … it’s simply that it didn’t set a tone that I felt was right for what I needed to say.
Let me explain a bit what I mean. Lets start out with this:
I write disaster novels. Realistic, world-ending, disaster novels. Ones that are scary because they really might happen.
But without being a spoiler, it’s important to point out that the VERY LAST WORD of Prometheus and the Dragon is HOPE and it is the fuel that drives the next two stories in the series.
I think that even in the face of a world ending disaster, humanity’s greatest strength is that hope dies hard. Very hard.
When I began my research for the first two books of Atlas and the Winds, I spent a lot of time staring into the dark. I had to come to grips with the reality of what realistically WOULD happen, if humanity faced its moment of destiny. And it wasn’t something that let me sleep well at night (in fact there were days in writing these books that I didn’t sleep at all). What got me through was that I knew there was a path… illuminated by the flickering light of hope, even if it was never easily seen. (Well, that and a LOT of caffeine)
Sometimes hope is a feeble glow, and the darkness is overwhelming. Sometimes we have to stare directly into the blackness for a long time before we can even find the faint spark of hope, so that we can get our bearings and begin to navigate. But when mankind faces troubled times, hope becomes the beacon we use to plot our course through the shadows.
Yet, to me this isn’t a Pollyanna idea. It’s based on watching mankind crawl out from under one disaster after another, to rebuild (ok maybe sometimes we might want to be more careful with WHERE we rebuild, but we always do it, over and over again). Humanity is more stubborn than the cockroach, but instead of hiding in the shadows, we climb back towards the light with a single-minded determination to see another sunrise, regardless.
The reality of tomorrow may be a tough road to tread, but I choose to remember that in spite what may come, hope gives us a certainty of purpose, and the strength to keep standing up when we are knocked down.
The Earth may abide, but so do we, because hope dies hard.
Which brings me back to why this blog was so hard for me to write. I want this to open a discussion of the potential problems of the future, but I don’t want to present just the ominous side without remembering that no matter what, The End … seldom is.