I’m in the process of using cycling writing throughout my nearly finished book, Cursed Planet. In the past, it’s been a pretty routine thing. Clean up typos and sentences that I thought made sense that now have me scratching my head trying to figure out what I was trying to do. Or removing what I call stubs–something that my creative side brought into the story and then, like a cat, got bored with it and abandoned it.
But there was an interesting article on Star Trek and how the new Marines Corps Commandant is a fan.
It’s a long ways from what it was when I was growing up, but a good, evolving change.
When I was growing up, fandom was just starting snowball. Star Trek was in reruns on KTLA (first Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea at 4:00 and Star Trek at 5:00).
We had a gym uniform for PT in school, white shirt, blue shorts. Some of the other students wrote on the back of their shirts their favorite sports teams. I did Star Trek. No one made fun of the sports team, but they did of me. There was one boy who openly sneered and said Little Rascals was so much better than Star Trek. (Little Rascals was also running on KTLA at the time. I’d watched it, but I never thought it was particularly good. I think it was more of a nostalgia thing for the adults who had grown up watching it).
Even my guitar teacher got in on it. Since this was L.A., it wasn’t hard to run into people who worked in the film industry. Her son had worked on the set of the show. Did she tell me how they filmed the show? Did she tell me what it was like for him to work with the various stars? Did she gossip about the stars?
No! She told me the sets were fake.
Of course I knew they were fake. Phhtt!
But it was like all this space stuff was just toooooo fake and really I shouldn’t bother.
Star Trek cons were just starting to really get popular then, too. I attended several of the ones called Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Horror Conventions (I believe these are what is now Comic-Con, but don’t hold me to that). I remember walking to the hotel where my first con was held, and there was this man costumed as a a Klingon. Just…wow!
And reporters would show up at these cons, too, evidently told by their editors to get a story to fill an empty space in the newspapers. The disdain the reporters had for the cons was pretty evident. They would look at all the average people standing in line, and home in on either the little boy costumed as Spock or the craziest looking adult fan, dressed sloppily, and festooned with buttons.
Then the picture would appear in the newspaper, identifying us as Trekkies with the implication that Star Trek was for children or crazy people.
Now it’s gotten a lot of respectability over the last fifty years since it premiered. Now a Marine senior leader is a fan.
How cool is that?
And for your viewing pleasure, a mashup of MacGyver and Star Trek The Next Generation.