I've been thinking about what life will be like post-COVID-19. Part of me is scared of what might happen, apprehensive to the point of near panic. Another part of me sees this as an opportunity to live life a bit more now. Too often we get complacent with life. We take what is thrown our way, without so much as a sign of resistance, verbal and/or physical in nature.
My post-COVID-19 plans have me looking at shifting my focus in my own writing. Although I love speculative fiction, I have for years and will for years to come, I have decided it is time for me to venture forth into the realm of nonfiction. Nonfiction is well outside of my comfort zone. It is a place in writing that has always challenged me, and for good reason.
This shift has been a long time coming. Fiction, although enjoyable for me and many others, just doesn't feel as fulfilling as it used to be. Reality has become far stranger than fiction. Fiction has be lagging behind for years, but it has definitely become less and less relevant in my life. I spend more of my time writing, contemplating, and reading nonfiction, because, well, the world is far too strange. Fiction doesn't feel like it can get any stranger. We live in a time of chaohuan, the ultra-unreal or beyond the unreal.
I feel that I must do my part as a writer to capture the chaohuan as best as I can. I want to do this, so that my nieces and nephews, all children today, can look back and ask what was going on when they were children. I want to have answers fro them. I want to help them navigate reality better than those who stepped in to help me when I was younger. Moreover, I want to be able to help so many others navigate the reality we've been tossed into.
What does this mean for "The Pipeline"?
I will continue writing here, but I will begin shifting my focus away from fiction, writing, for the most part, nonfiction. I will still revisit and share my struggles with fiction, in hopes of keeping up interest in my fiction.