A beginners guide to writing science fiction, fantasy, etc for male literary fiction writers who have decided to give it a go, possibly for financial reasons, despite having no real knowledge of, or interest in, the form.
Lesson Seven. Nostalgia.
There is one person willing to give you more money for your science fiction than a child, an inner child. If you can reawaken the dream of going to space to see weird and wonderful new worlds in a thirty-eight year old man, you are made for life.
The perfect decade to set your story in is the 1980s. The eighties have that perfect mix of a ubiquity of brightly coloured, chunky cultural artefacts and people-not-having-mobile-phones-yet-so-you-can-be-really-fucking-lazy-in-your-writing that creates magic every time.
And so, I offer you…
The Cruel Reign of the Rubiks Eagles
The year is 2984. The Rubiks Eagles rule earth. The human population live in slums called Eaglyshitholes (fine, we’ll come up with something better later) and are forced to work for their new overlords. But one boy dreams of a world where humans can rise up and defeat their oppressors and once more journey among the stars, or something, whatever you like really, it’s your book.
If you want to write this one, consult your lawyers first. I reckon the eagles thing is distinct enough from Terrahawks that you will get away with it but there is no escaping the fact that I have ripped off Rubik’s Cubes pretty obviously here. Offer them thirty percent of the take or something. I dunno. I’m not a law expert.