My Earth-inspired flashfic grew out of my intense loyalty for this blue and green, brown and white marble we live on.
I’m a homebody, and I get very attached to the places I’ve lived in. I don’t expect to stay forever at my current address (who knows where the winds of God will blow me?), but I’m confident that I won’t be leaving Planet Earth in this life. This is my one constant address.
I love shows about the universe. I love making up other worlds. I’m fascinated by alien planets. I’m awed by the power of black holes and the splendor of stars. But show me a picture (CG or real) of our water planet, and I’m sniffling and teary-eyed. Earth is home, and the best place to be for this writer. There are still so many marvels and mysteries right here on this terrestrial ball, and that’s what I hoped to convey in my story.
I think you did convey that: the preciousness of what we have right here.
Total sidenote: whenever I hit tab in the comment form to go to the next field or submit, it takes me to the sidebar mailing list form instead.
Huh. Thanks for letting me know!