This is a true story. I’ll set the stage for you. I was in high school, so you have to go way back to the early 90’s when Slick Willy Clinton was in office, and the Grunge sound first surged out of Seattle into the Midwest.
It was a calm night in May, and I was out with my buddy fishing on Lake Erie. We were in a little boat with an outboard motor – I’d say about a mile from the shore. The fish weren’t biting, but it was nice just to be on the water. The Moon was out, but there was some cloud cover. A white light suddenly became visible in the western sky. It glowed with enough intensity to show through the clouds. Another white light appeared, this one in the north. The two lights converged on each other at a good clip, then merged into a single point of light in the northwest sky. Then it disappeared.
“What the hell was that?” my buddy asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. There were no landmarks out there to give me any idea of scale. The lights could have been way out over Canadian water, or only a couple miles away. I had no idea.
“You want to keep fishing?” my buddy asked.
“Yeah, might as well. We’re all ready out here,” I said. Pretty soon, the walleye really started to bite.
I didn’t know it back then, but I had already started to write my first science fiction novel. After a quarter century of aging in my subconscious, the memory of those strange lights finally emerged on paper. The result is an eclectic, novel-length narrative that spans time, space, and mind. You can find the book trailer below if you’re interested. I’d appreciate the support.
All the best,