I started this book in the summer of 2012, as I was preparing to finish my undergraduate degree in English Literature.
Having failed a class during what would have been my final semester, I had to stay on for the fall. Most of my friends were making plans for their careers and moving on to adult life, while I was waiting to go back to school.
During that summer, I lived with my sister, who spent most of the summer out of town with the rest of my family.
In short, I felt isolated and in a literal limbo — floating between what I thought my life was going to be and what my life had actually become.
It is a feeling I have grown intimately familiar with over the past four years.
At the same time, I found myself recalling the many road trips my family and I made while I was growing up. Long drives across the country to visit relatives or tour an historical site.
I attribute much of my kinship with my siblings to those long hours squeezed together in a van (something that would grow more and more difficult as we all grew more and more gigantic), learning to deal with each other even when we didn’t always get along.
Naturally, these two elements of my life — a present sense of unease and a past remembrance of travel — coalesced in my mind, infused as so much of my life is with a deep love of spaceships and aliens.
The result, this book you see here, was completed some nine months later, in early 2013.
And now, nearly four years after that, it sees the light of day in the wider world.
This was a deeply personal book for me to write, and I am so proud of how it turned out. In many ways, I challenged and reflected much of myself on the page, while at the same time getting to play with some of my favorite bits of galaxy-spanning science fiction.
I hope that you were able to find something in this book that spoke to you.
And if not, I hope that you at least enjoyed the ride. 🙂
Thank you so much for reading. And never stop looking forward.
St. Louis, MO