How Sci-Fi Shaped My Voice And My Characters’ Too

Long before I ever wrote a line of Galaxy’s Child, I was a fan. A wide-eyed kid on a long bus ride to school, watching raindrops slide across the window while imagining alien worlds, epic missions, and starships that could cross the galaxy in seconds. That’s where my voice as a sci-fi writer began, not on the page, but in those daydreams.

Those dreams were shaped by giants. Star Trek: The Next Generation taught me that science fiction could be thoughtful, philosophical, even diplomatic. Stargate SG-1 added the grit and camaraderie I didn’t know I was craving. Battlestar Galactica gave me stakes, sacrifice, and realism. And yes, even the original Transformers sparked something in me: the idea that loyalty and identity could matter just as much as lasers and explosions.

When I wrote dialogue, I often read it aloud to hear if it felt right, or if it felt like I was just talking to myself. Sometimes I’d catch a line and think, “Nope. That’s me, not them.” Delete. Rewrite. Try again. It wasn’t about making each character quirky or exaggerated. It was about staying true to their values, their fears, their worldviews. Even when those worldviews clashed, especially then.

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