Managers of old would sit behind a desk and monitor operations through email and the old standby, the telephone. Not anymore.
Why does speculative fiction not appeal to mainstream readers? The answer, “It just doesn’t interest me” does not interest me. So after years of observation, I’ve drawn a few (non-scientific) conclusions. The answers are more complex than a choice to avoid the science fiction section of the bookstore.
What is it about science fiction and fantasy that does not appeal to the average reader? Is it a preconception about adolescent choices and an over-reliance on spaceships and dragons?
Why do I read science fiction and fantasy? It turns out the answer may be in my psychological makeup.
Nobody likes a critic, particularly an author who is on the receiving end of a negative and very public judgment. While some authors can shrug off a poor review with ease, other authors feel as judged as the book itself.
I was fifteen years old when I invented the genre of fan fiction, a form of writing where the author takes characters or universes created by someone else and writes stories about them. That was the year I wrote my first short story involving me, Kirk, and Spock, which is also the year that I invented the genre’s worst cliché: the Mary Sue story, where the character exists as a thinly veiled avatar of the writer.
Fifteen was also the year I attended my first convention, where I learned that fan fiction had thrived for years before me.
When Ann Tonsor Zeddies read excerpts from her latest book, Blood and Roses, for a private group, she did not have to bolster her confidence by imagining her audience without their clothes. She had only to look up. The audience, members of the Clothing Optional Dinner Club, were all naked — as was she.