And still the dreams come

Since It has been so long since my last posting, I thought perhaps I should start afresh with a new blog.

Yet that sort of defeats the purpose. Let's face it, this is the pattern of my life. Things are taken up with fervour, cast aside, seemingly forgotten, only to be picked up and dusted off at the most unexpected moments.

There is excitement surrounding me of late. Some new additions to my family tree, on both sides. Two or three on the maternal, one on the paternal, and one still to come. Then there is the awesome trip that my father just completed. (He spent two weeks in India).

I feel the excitement and want to be moved by it.

I want that feeling to incite something in me.

I was catching up on Dad's blog tonight and was struck by his comments on Alberta versus Norway. Made me think of a story idea about some post-apocalyptic Canada. (Because we don't have enough end of the world fiction).

But it does tie in nicely with my current work on the ethical dimensions of utopian literature with transhumanist leanings.

Hmmmmm.

Dad may have passed on the sci-fi gene to me after all.