![]() ![]() The point of random inspiration isn’t judgment it is the simple joy it showed up. The next night, another light, another plane, another crash in a different location. Our protagonist hoofs it back to his cabin with salvage and a question, “Where is everyone?” After multiple hours of searching, it appears this large plane was empty. ![]() ![]() Expecting the horrific worst, our protagonist is looking for evidence of humans. When he arrives, fires are still burning, and wreckage is everywhere. Our protagonist grabs his backpack and runs over to the crash site. Seconds pass, and it’s clear it is a plane, and it’s headed straight into a nearby mountain. Sounds like a large plane, but it’s not following the usual flight paths in the sky, and the light and the sound are getting brighter. He’s also staring at the sky and notices a light increasing in brightness. Here’s the pitch:Ī guy lives in a remote wilderness area. This evening, a science fiction story popped into my head. I was staring at the stars doing what I do best: letting my mind wander.īoth good and bad ideas enthusiastically arrive at these moments. Rands was traveling, so the house was quiet. Drinking a glass of Ridge Cabernet on the deck. ![]()
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