My name is Diane Burton and I have a
confession. I write about aliens. What is it about that word that sends people
into a tizzy, makes politicians talk about building electrified fences and
twists Arizona sheriffs' panties? Unless we're one hundred percent Native
American, our ancestors were aliens.
But, wait. That's not the kind of aliens I
write about. My aliens are from another world. Oh, ho, you say, outer space.
That conjures up Devil Girl from Mars.
Men in Black. Invasion of the Body-Snatchers. Planet
of the Apes. Alien.
No way. I do not write about creepy
aliens. I write futuristic romance. My stories are more like Buck Rogers, Star Wars and E.T. with
some Star Trek for good measure.
Space adventure. My characters are people, more like you and me, living and
working on starships or planets in other galaxies. Why, you may ask, do I write
about them?
Because it's fun. I love a good adventure.
Space exploration has fascinated me since we finally put a man on the moon. No,
wait. Even before that. Every space launch I was glued to the television
set—black and white, at first, but that didn't make it any less exciting. The
possibility of exploring beyond our universe intrigues me, captures my
imagination. What if . . . Isn't that the way all stories begin in an author's
mind?
What if people from an advanced society in
another galaxy parked a starship above Earth in order to research our
civilization? While the serious researchers examine Earth because of its
similarity to their own world of the past, the younger, more enthusiastic crew
members become enamored with the transmissions of our communication satellites.
Forget War of the Worlds. How about Galaxy Quest meets Desperate Wives? Throw in a deranged scientist and a rebellion and
you have the beginning of my Switched
series.
Hold on, you say? What happened to the
romance part of futuristic romances?
Well, of course, there has to be hunky heroes (aren't they always?) and
beautiful (ditto) heroines. (As we all know, hunkiness and beauty are in the
eye of the beholder.) What if the hero and heroine are from different worlds,
different cultures? The possibilities of conflict increase.
As our own space exploration ramps up (I
hope) with NASA pushing ahead on deep space exploration and private enterprise venturing
forth, we might just come across those aliens. They're probably sitting back,
watching us take our first steps, waiting for us to catch up with them.
Switched, Too, coming June 10th
Be careful what you wish for .
. . you might get it.
Down-sized astronaut candidate
Scott Cherella leaps at the chance to go into space. He just has to pretend to
be an Alliance of Planets starship captain. His lifelong dream quickly becomes
a nightmare when sabotage erupts. To save the ship and crew he has to depend on
an uptight, disapproving colleague.
The only time Veronese Qilana
broke the rules, tragedy resulted. She vowed never again. Now, to protect the
real starship captain, she'll have to deceive the crew by helping the imposter.
They must work together to uncover the saboteur and get the crew safely home.
In doing so, they discover opposites really do attract.
7 comments:
Hi Diane,
You've got me gazing skyward with anticipation again. I'll be coming aboard SWITCHED, TOO asap.
What I love about Science Fiction is how the story can show us a picture of ourselves so clearly. Like the first Star Trek episode I ever watched—and one of my favorite-- THE VENUS DRUG. Rascal Harry Mudd convinced some women with low self-esteem that his pill would make them beautiful. Of course it was a fake. They became beautiful because they believed they became beautiful.
Thanks for providing us with some of the good stuff, Diane. All the best, Annette
Hey, Annette, glad to see you here. I remember that episode. Good memory.
Congratulations on your upcoming release, Diane. Sounds like another fun book!
Thanks, Lucy.
Looking forward to the sequel, Diane! Congrats!
Diane,
If Switched Too is anything like Switched (which I thoroughly enjoyed!) I'm in.
Congrats and best of luck on your many ventures into the 'unknown'.
Thanks, Margo.
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