Lost in the Black

When I stare into space at night there is sometimes a sense of longing, of emptiness, of fear. Even for all the stars in existence, for all the brilliance that I know is there, the darkness seems to be winning. Perhaps the greatest underlining fear of all when staring into space is the oldest: what happens when we die?

I've been struck with the though to write a thriller taking place in an outer space, or life-supported environment. Something that could easily carry an undercurrent of helplessness to it. An extra, environmental antagonist if you will.

"Lost in the Black" will likely refer to a number of themes running through the work, beyond the obvious isolation in space.

(Yes, the rather large gap in log entries does represent a rather large gap in writing activities, but we work on a commitment-free level around here.)