I say all this but I can’t say that it is absolutely so, as I say it.
I went to the optician’s recently, got my eyes tested, began the process of choosing the glasses. I used to wear contact lenses, but not these days.
The assistant asked what I had in mind for frames.
And I said – something nondescript that blended in, weren’t obvious.
And I ended up with definite purple ones.
Well, purple is one of my colours.
My last pair had purple – wings, I would call them – thinking back, they were retro when I got those – there was probably a fashion, then, for retro. They were reminiscent of styles of the 50s. 1950s, that is. It’s funny – now that we’re in another century, I feel as though I must specify – as though, old as I am, I might go back to the 1850s or something!
These glasses – the new ones – thick purple frames, all round.
Not blending in – I have this idea that glasses might blend in and appear not to be there. I am not of the Harry Potter generation where glasses are cool.
And these are there, all right.
I started wearing glasses when I was nine years old, and, in my mind, I’m back in that time to quite an extent – thinking of then.
The novel-length – science fiction elements starting to come in – I have some that I’m going to put in. They have come to mind as the stories did that I have bunged in there.
They belong there, and I suspect that the SF belongs there, also.
I’m hoping, in a way, that I can take that from science fiction into the ordinary.
That seems a strange ambition even to me – science fiction seems so much more exciting than the ordinary.
But I have always felt that I couldn’t write science fiction.