Stories from the Golden Era of 2021

This is a time when people are separated only by thin monitors, information is but a Google away, and anybody can publish anything for immediate world wide distribution. 2021 is a golden era for writers. There are many possibilities -right now- to write the best your heart and mind can produce.

Pandemic-Flavoured Fiction (of course)
Ordinary people around the world are caught in an extraordinary disaster that threatens their health, their livelyhood, and those they love.

Science that goes, “Oops!”
Think everyday life descending into technological mayhem. 2021 is seeing tremendous advances in artificial intelligence, Mars exploration and genetically engineered “cures.” What can possibly go wrong?

Start with detailed world building and add in any manner of creatures with human foilbles, their romances and power games -who doesn’t enjoy escaping into the world of a good fantasy these days?

We love riddles and who-done-its bring out the best collaboration between the writer, the characters, and the readers. A good crime story is a masterpiece to pass on.

For horrifically great ideas, read the news.

Diversity Stories
Stories by writers who live on the same planet but in different worlds are a refreshing reality-check.

We who live in the Covid benefit from laughter. We who recognize madness find buffoonery cathartic. This is the time for new writers inspired by the insightful humor of Douglas Adams, Erma Bombeck, Mark Twain, Wanda Sykes, Woody Allen, Dorothy Parker, Garrison Keillor -hell, pick one and get busy writing. We need you.

This is no year to waste whining about anything. This is the year to write your best.


9 thoughts on “Stories from the Golden Era of 2021

  1. DocTom says:

    Hi G.D. I think J. G, Ballard beat us to it with “The Intensive Care Unit” – The story takes place within a society in which everyone is isolated, living alone and communicating (much like webcams) through their TVs. A young family tries to kill each other after they decide to meet in person. (from Wikipedia, I remembered the story but couldn’t come up with the name myself.)

    Zoom anyone?

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  2. I appreciate the post, GD! You are near single-handedly keeping the site active re: a constant stream of blog posts.

    I feel I owe you a response, but . . . I’m short on inspiration this morning. Mulling things over in search of some kind of galvanizing mission statement . . . I find that my mind is a complete blank. (I’m riffing at 90-degrees to your post.)

    How’s this for a credo: “Write while you still can; soon you won’t be able to.”

    No, no; that’s horrible! Let’s try again: “Write while there is still breath and a modicum of sanity . . . ” FAIL! Sorry; that one went right into the ditch.

    “Keep writing because . . . you have no other artistic skills; what else are you going to do when you get that urge to create?” Too downbeat. And brutually honest.

    “Write because a writer writes.” True; but trite and moronic.

    “Who writes? You write! Why write? Wry writers write right–” GONG!

    “Words arranged in cunning order . . . don’t amount to much unless . . . the writer . . . something-something . . .”

    Sorry, GD! I got nothin’. . .

    I feel like a master of the banal; the King of Vapidity this morning.

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  3. mimispeike says:

    We could be on the beach, as in On The Beach, waiting to die in six days, and I’d still be writing about Maisie. I’ll be writing a new chapter for her on my deathbed.

    A mouse – and a cat – have taken over my life. Is that the ultimate horror story?

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  4. mimispeike says:

    A final comment on research.

    I looked up Marion Davies’ history to see when she appeared on Broadway. (About ten years too early for Maisie to have met her there.) But! I learned that Marion had had a childhood stutter. Maisie bonded with Davies over their mutual early trouble speaking. (She’d done the same with W.C. Fields.)

    She had a falling out with Davies over a potential role in the film ‘Polly of the Circus’.

    She’d loved the lavish weekends at San Simeon. That’s all behind her now.

    The joy of research, Mike. The joy of research.

    I’d claimed they were pals, but I’d pulled that out of my hat. Now I have a kernel of truth to bring it to life.

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