When I was twenty-three and living in Hollywood, I went to a fortune-teller for the first and only time. I was waiting for her to confirm a big show-biz career as my right and natural destiny, but as she squinted at the topography of my palm, she asked, “Are you a writer?”
I considered myself as much a writer as performer, but as long as I was in Hollywood, I figured I might as well concentrate on giving Meryl Streep a run for her money.
“Well, yes, but I also act and I was wondering --
-- “Let me tell you this. If I could, I’d lock you in a closet and force you to write. You are going to have a very successful career as a writer. A huge career writing . . . in science fiction.”
“Science fiction! I hardly ever even read science fiction.”
She gave me a look that combined scorn with pity. “I’m not saying you have to read it. I’m seeing that you’ll write it.”
And maybe I have, seeing that Fletcher Weschel, the hero of my novel, MAYOR OF THE UNIVERSE, happens to have a little run-in with aliens. Not those from across borders of land or oceans, but alien aliens, from across borders of time and space. But if I were In charge of categorizing this book, I’d say it’s a story about the ordinary meeting the extra-ordinary, and how often the two really are indistinguishable from one another.
The book will be available at Amazon and you can also order it at your local bookstore; it will also be sold as an E-book.
I’m really excited...and a wee bit petrified.
P.S. You can read more about how MAYOR OF THE UNIVERSE came into beinG on my blog at LornaLandvik.com.