Finally I did it. I wrote a story infused with my love of cheesy science fiction. Love for disasters. Love for monsters. Love for silly fun. Because I love to laugh. Otherwise I think I’d cry too much.
Some days just sock me in the gut with reminders of people no longer here, especially my brother. It’s been three years and there are days it’s still a major struggle to wrap my mind around the reality of him not being around. I miss my Kayla and Nini, too.
Despite the tug on my heartstrings some days, I know my brother is cheering me on. Kayla and Nini, too. (Although, I believe Nini would be pissed at the state of my desk. There’s no room for her. I think it bothers the new cat, Sarge, too, but he’s too polite to complain.) Bill would love Spaceberg. We spent many weekends watching Godzilla, Doctor Who, Tarzan, and Elvis movies. The more a movie made us giggle, the more we loved it. The more it did something weird or bizarre, the more we loved it. My love of this genre is tied up with love of family.
Plus, it’s just plain fun. I had a blast writing Spaceberg. There are no sharks. No dinosaurs. But there is an iceberg in space and it is inhabited by carnivorous moss balls. So there’s disaster. And there are monsters. And there are plenty of references to television shows and movies. Some of them very obscure. But I love the weird stuff. There’s also a wee bit of singing and dancing.
Last week, I sent out a newsletter about my love of great bad movies. I mentioned my weakness for sharks and dinosaurs. Why hadn’t anyone put them into one movie yet? Heck, maybe it should be me.
Well, lo and behold, I got an email later that day from Mr. Sharknado himself. That’s the dude who writes the Sharknado movies. He said he read my newsletter and to watch SyFy in July. I’m betting that means there’s going to be a movie involving dinos and sharks in July. How awesome is that? I’m going to make my own Cheetos popcorn for that. And yes, it was a mega mega fangirl moment for me. So mega awesome, I can’t say mega awesome enough.
But on with the show. I have this really terrific book to tell you about… Spaceberg!
This berg has balls and they bite.
Spaceberg arrives without warning. The size of Jupiter, it hits with deadly consequences, taking out ships and colonies in the outer solar system.
Orbital Rescue Squad 51 is first on the scene with the most decorated first responder in the Sol. Nikili Echols battles the mega disaster to save her family, everyone in trouble, and entire worlds. With time running short, she’s forced to team up with her ex-husband in order to rescue their daughter and to save what remains of the solar system. His superstitions irk her like gas, but luck and organic plastic is what her plan needs to prevail.
I know I’m really biased about this and this isn’t a movie, yet, I’m going to give Spaceberg the coveted beer is optional rating.