Let's talk about something that's dear to the heart of anyone who's ever written (or read, or watched) paranormal or sci-fi.
I'm talking about technobabble. (Or magicbabble, as the case may be.) The stuff we use to create the illusion that we know what we're talking about. That the things we're writing about are real.
I'm not a smart person, said Aaron Sorkin, creator of The West Wing and famous for his intelligent, whip-smart dialogue; I just phonetically recreate the sound of smart people talking.
And that's exactly what we spec-fic writers do. We create a simalcrum of a world we've never been to. A very convincing one, extrapolated from reality, but an illusion just the same. And it's up to us how much of that reality we want to include.
Me? I'm all for screw reality, let's have spaceships! Check out this Star Trek Failure Generator. Awesome. Reverse the polarity of the auxiliary holoframe capacitor, Mr Data. That should fix the problem. Make it so.
|Certain death, Star Trek style|
Nuh uh. Not this little redshirt. I do confess to a certain Sheldon-esque geekery. My head is full of useless facts. I know, as my husband likes to say, Stuff about Things. I can do maths, even. And I was in the Air Force. I never got to say 'make it so', but I can spout air traffic control babble and macho military-speak all day.
But you guys—spec fic romance readers—don't care too much about FTL physics or the ins and outs of quantum cryptography. You just want the illusion. The story, with sci-fi wallpaper. And preferably some hot guys.
Enter DRAGONFLY, my new romantic sci-fi novel. Adventure, intrigue and sexy romance. Secret agents! Rebels! Interstellar mayhem! Hot guys! What more could you ask for?
I love this story, and I was so proud that it received an ARRA nomination for Favourite Sci-fi/Fantasy Romance. Just awesome.
It's published by the good folks at Momentum Books, and currently available for the bargain price of $1.99, so check it out!
Carrie Thatcher is a tough Imperial counter-terrorism agent. Her mission: pose as a sexy cyber-thief to entrap the notorious rebel Dragonfly, who’s planning a heist on the space station Casa de Esperanza; a orbital casino on the fringe of Imperial space.
And this assignment’s personal: Dragonfly murdered her closest friend, and she’s in no mood to show him mercy. Even getting stuck with the partner from hell—Malachite, her sociopathic ex-lover and the Empire’s most dangerous agent—can’t dampen her relish for the kill.
With Carrie’s expert weapons skills and penchant for cracking codes, insinuating herself into Dragonfly’s confidence should be easy. But is he the ruthless killer she was led to believe? Or has her precious Empire deceived her? With Malachite watching her every move, the slightest flinch in loyalty means death.
Carrie is soon racing to uncover an audacious treachery that will shock the Empire to its core … if she can stay alive for long enough to expose it.
You can read the free sample here.
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So are you a fan of technobabble? Or do you prefer hard science? Or no science at all, and magic instead?