What if . .
.
My ‘what-if’s started at a young age.
What if my body shrank and I got sucked down the bathtub
drain?
What if Barbie had really short hair, and it was blue?
I had my share of pubescent imaginings—okay let’s call them
curses. What if Susie Jackson had pus-oozing poison ivy blisters all over her
arms and legs like me? Then I bet Bobby Schindler wouldn’t think she was so
cute.
Thankfully, I moved on past the petty jealousies, and by
adulthood, my imagination was focused on fiction.
I loved books like Contagion, and Hot Zone. I sat
transfixed at movies like The Andromeda Strain and Outbreak. But they
all had one thing in common. The contagion was stopped—and I was a bit
disappointed. I couldn’t help wondering what if they couldn’t stop an epidemic?
This was the basis of my first novel H10 N1. (A play
on H1N1, but much worse.) My two main characters, Rick and Taeya, are survivors
of a deadly flu pandemic. The make their way across the country, fleeing
cutthroats and dodging marauders as they search for a safe haven.
Next up? Cryonics. I read that Ted Williams had his body frozen,
and several questions came to mind.
I was told as a child that once a heart stopped beating, our
soul left our body. Ted Williams’ heart certainly was not beating in that
frozen body, so it only stood to reason that his soul was out there somewhere.
But where? Certainly not in heaven, because it has to come back once he’s
thawed out.
What if his soul is just hanging around with other dead
people’s souls? That question inspired my second novel, The Ups and Downs of
Being Dead. And a lot more questions, like if my character Robert, who is
frozen, meets Suzanne, who was killed in a car crash, can they fall in love?
Ever since Rhett swept Scarlett off her feet, threw her on
the bed, and showed her what a good man could do, I’ve been hooked on romance.
But so much of the genre is based on unrealistic characters. The man is always
ruggedly handsome, (and usually filthy rich.) The woman is stunningly
beautiful, (and occasionally she’s filthy rich.) Come on now.
What if I took an average young mother—her husband abandons
her and their two small children, she loses her job, falls behind on her rent,
and gets evicted—and I throw in a homeless guy who’s been drifting ever since
he came back from Vietnam.
If these two could overcome their challenges? Now that’s a
love story. I called the book Losing It All.
Still drawn to speculative fiction, I based my last novel on
our country’s obsession with pills. I’m over-weight but I don’t want to
exercise, or eat right, I just want to take a pill. My child is disruptive in
the classroom, and the teacher suggests he needs a pill to settle down. We take
pills to stay alert, to relax, to sleep, to wake up again. Where will it end?
I created a future where college-aged Luna takes pills for
everything: to concentrate, to keep a positive attitude, to maintain her
weight, even to stifle her sexual desires. She decides to see what her life
would be like without all of these supplements, and kicks the habit. But as she
falls in love, and her emotions run wild, she discovers that sometimes Habits
Kick Back.
And my next book, coming this spring? What if women ruled
the world?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
After working for fifteen years as a cafeteria manager in an
elementary school, Marsha Cornelius turned in her non-skid shoes for a bathrobe
and slippers. She now works at home, writing novels, acting out scenes with her
cats, and occasionally running a Swiffer across dusty surfaces.
All of her books can be found on her author’s page:
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