September 23, 2018
Derek put down his trumpet and asked, “What do you think of that?”
“Far out, Man, “whispered Clive. “It were great.”
“It was certainly the best piece of improvised Jazz I’ve heard in a long time,” agreed Clare. “But I don’t understand why you made that vulgar noise in the middle.”
“It sort of went with the mood,” said Derek.
Clive nodded his approval and murmured, “Cool.”
“Well, I think it spoils it and should be taken out.”
Derek studied the three members of his trio carefully. Clare, the clarinettist was the most recent addition and had classical training, but he had known the drummer, Clive, since childhood. “It stays in,” he said. After all this was a democracy.
The remainder of the rehearsal centred on what the piece should be called and it turned out to be Raspberry Jam.
September 12, 2018
There have been many celebrated scientists in fiction. A disproportionate number of these have been depicted as mad, working on outlandish experiments to change the world and often nearly destroying it in the process. They usually end up destroying themselves. I often wonder if it is because of these fictional caricatures that people regard scientists and the science they produce with suspicion. However, the real reason is almost certainly because of their inability to communicate properly with the public.
I have spent most of my working life as a biological scientist while writing fiction in my spare time. Up until a few years ago I have been reluctant to publish any fictional science. I know how much effort goes into researching real science and getting it to work. Fictionalising it, by making it up goes against the grain. But what in the past has been regarded simply as science fiction is often now becoming science fact and so this form of fiction is now a real force in driving fact.
My novel Magic Bullets at http://peatmore.com/magicbullets.htm