Gabrielle Bisset

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Author Lynn Crain Guest Post

The Love of Writing

            I love to write. I particularly love to write science fiction based stories because it represents to me where I can go, doing things I can only imagine in a world never before seen. This week, science fiction lost respected and well known author, Ray Bradbury and I was really surprised to see that he didn’t categorize himself as a science fiction writer at all but a fantasy writer.
            Here was an icon I loved telling me he didn’t write the genre and that stunned me. His reasons were clear because he saw a difference in what might happen with what he said could never happen. His exact quote was: “Science fiction is a depiction of the real. Fantasy is a depiction of the unreal.” In his novel, Fahrenheit 451, he saw a world without books and could envision that happening very easily. After all, he’d seen what the Nazi regime did in Germany and there were thousands upon thousands of books burned by a people who were very literate. His novel, Martian Chronicles, he felt was fantasy because he didn’t ever see it happening.
            Now, I love Ray Bradbury and his stories. He brought me many entertaining hours of reading, studying his novels in college and oh the TV shows that man did...I can remember some of them now. He was a genius of his time and did many fascinating things. And he influenced my writing and love of writing in general. Without reading about a sinister future in high school, I might have never wanted to be a writer. He will be missed.
            Mr. Bradbury wasn’t the only author to influence me, of course, but one that I remember because of his ties with television. There was the Ray Bradbury Theatre and Tales from the Crypt. These are all things burned into my mind as I was developing my skills.
            But science fiction has changed a lot over the years and today, there is a mind-set of ‘if we can dream it, we can do it’ that prevails. Star Trek comes to mind and just how much we all want to have an FTL drive. Physics says it’s impossible but humanity dreams of a life among the stars. And to be frank, if we do want to be immortal, we need to get off this rock and fly the vast reaches of the glowing darkness.
            I love to speculate just how we’ll get there. Or why we’ll get there. Will it be because we must? Or just a burning need to explore? People by nature are curious. We want to discover things, see things for ourselves. When writing I try to put that perspective out there, the wonder of the worlds my characters fly by, the people and creatures they meet. Science changes every day and new things are discovered, items we never dreamed existed, both big and small.
            One of my favorite research subjects is nanotechnology and how it can be used in medicine. You know, the really, really, really small machines that can ferret out cancer, latch on to certain cells and let the doctors know just what’s going inside your body. It’s an interesting world we live in and having all the technological advances at our fingers tips is certainly an item to think about.
            When I write my sci-fi, I use many different technologies. I’ve used nanotechnology so people can hear each other mentally without speech, I’ve created a combination of a human-cyborg being I’ve termed a clonedroid and in my latest, I use space to hide a woman running from her past. I incorporate various different new and old technologies and try to come up with innovative things never before seen.
            Why? I love to write. Even if no one ever read what I wrote, I would still write about science, trying to figure out the world around me. I am a true believer that of the thought that we will never, ever know it all but I for one, don’t mind trying one little bit.
            I’d like to leave you with a quote from Mr. Bradbury himself where he sums up his writing life: In my later years I have looked in the mirror each day and found a happy person staring back. Occasionally I wonder why I can be so happy. The answer is that every day of my life I've worked only for myself and for the joy that comes from writing and creating. The image in my mirror is not optimistic, but the result of optimal behavior.
            If I can be as happy as Mr. Bradbury, I truly will be one blessed writer.

Lynn Crain

Lynn Crain has penned over 25 novels in  romance in the genres of science fiction, fantasy and contemporary romance, erotic to tame in nature. She always knew that writing was her calling even if it took years at other professions to prove it. She has belonged to EPIC and RWA for more years that she cares to think about. Currently, she lives in Europe while her husband of nearly 30 years pursues his dream of working internationally. Her state-side home is in Nevada where family and friends wait patiently for their return. You can find her hanging out at A Writer In Vienna Blog ( and various other places on the net (;; ). Still, the thing she loves most of all is hearing from her readers at

Read Lynn’s latest sci-fi erotic romance, The Harvester, TODAY!!

Logline: Sky Nerezsh, a Harvester of men, leaves home avoiding a tragic path when a rival comes to claim Earth and the two Scottish lifemates she’s just discovered.

Premise: Princess Sky Xera Nerezsh came to earth to avoid the normal succession path to the throne. Being the oldest daughter, she will be required to murder her mother in order to secure her path to power. Sky loves her mother and refuses this path, choosing instead to disappear in the vast reaches of space. When her past collides with her present, she has to think quick on her feet, claim two men and a whole planet just to avoid the inevitable: a meeting with her mother. Along the way, she discovers true love and a burning need to be there for them always. Now if the other Harvesters can just keep to themselves, they’ll have no problems. But who said true love was ever easy.

Excerpt: Suddenly one dark haired man was on the table in front of her, gyrating his sexy hips in her face, his package mere inches from her mouth. In another life, she would have leaned forward and planted her lips on his crotch, willing his body to perform. She really should have been paying more attention to the situation around her instead of wondering about where Angela had gotten herself.
Leaning down, his breath reminded her of the sweetgrass that grew on her home planet of Tyrsati, heightening her senses even more. “Sweetheart, I see how you want’s written all over your face.” His voice purred in her ear.
Sky gasped and pulled back to get a better look at the man in front of her. He reminded her of the gods of Vada. He was tall, well-muscled, dark hair brushing the top of his shoulders and had the most incredible violet eyes she had ever seen. Guess the optics weren’t wrong. He would fetch an exquisite price on Texra and her mother would be extremely proud for her acquisition. She shook her head to clear the cobwebs.
“Nice eyes, sweetie – hang around after the show – I’ll make it worth your while.” His voice hit a resonance with her and her whole body flushed. It had been years since she had reacted to any man. Now her emotions and body betrayed her for an insignificant being on an outer planet. She shook her head. This planet was no more insignificant than any other, including her own but she knew if she didn’t get herself under control, the Harvester in her would take over. Old habits die hard.
“Don’t let his demeanor fool you, luvey. He just wants to get into your pants.” Another deep voice reverberated close to her ear.
She glanced over her shoulder and again her breath was nearly taken away as she looked into the bluest eyes she’d ever seen in the galaxy bar none. The sky of Octa couldn’t hold a candle to the color that swirled in their depths.
“Ooo, Jaxon is right about the eyes. Very cool green.”
“Contacts,” Sky managed to get out for the second time this evening, her voice low.
“And a sexy voice to boot. Very nice.” He twirled away to join his companion on stage. He was just as nice looking as the first guy but just a little shorter. His shiny hair swung around his jaw line as he moved and her hands ached to run her fingers through it and over his body.
She sat there stunned as the people at her table laughed and clapped her on the back as if she’d done some sort of fantastic feat. While her time on this planet had been very thrilling, in her old life working for her mother, their performances had to be impeccable or their fate might be worse than death. She vaguely wondered just how she’d rate them.
Sky did her best to smile and act as if what happened was one of the most exciting things in her life when in reality it brought back some memories she’d rather forget. Folding her hands in front of her, she closed her eyes and steadied her breathing. She opened her eyes slow and caught a glimpse of a targeting laser. The light was in a part of the spectrum that no one of this planet could even see but her optics caught it.
Scanning the crowd, she allowed her eyes to whirl, not caring who saw. There were not supposed to be any Harvesters on this world as it had been declared too primitive to even be included in the Alliance of Planets. She came here because she knew this was the one place her mother wouldn’t think to look. Now, she knew another Tyrsatian walked the same world as she did, occupying the very same room.
Maybe it was time to see just what type of trouble Angela got herself into. Leaning across the table, she quickly gave Jayne her phone number and said her goodbyes to all the others present. Rising slowly, she didn’t want to alert the other Harvester but she was just far enough away and at a weird angle to not see who it might be. Moving quickly to the back wall, she moved to where she stood way behind the woman but close enough to see who it was.
Jesata Ardik. Of all the Harvesters to show up on her new home planet, one of the most relentless in the business had to land on her new home. This wasn’t going to be easy. She had to delay her from marking them because once they were marked, it didn’t matter wherever in the universe they were, they would be considered fugitives until captured and sold to the highest bidder. Meaning, she wouldn’t be able to get them off world without the help of her mother.

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