The Speculative Impulse: 4 Inspirations for WITHOUT LIGHT

WITHOUT LIGHT presents a world 250 years in the future, after the U.S.A. has dissolved and four isolated sovereign states, separated by tracts of uninhabited wilderness, have taken its place.  Shortly after its formation, the nascent government of the State of New England was driven by regional hostilities to close its borders and sever all but the slimmest of formal diplomatic ties with California, Texahoma, and the Midwest Consortium.  With the safety of its citizens ensured, the state and its scientific community turned to address an even more urgent problem–how to sustain a growing population of 300 million on 200,000 square miles of heavily developed land.

The Independence Cycle tells the story of one woman’s discovery and confrontation with the consequences of the state’s unthinkable decisions; how food has become the definitive currency of social status and inequality; and of those in power that would go to great ends to keep the truths of the state’s decisions secret.

WITHOUT LIGHT is a work of dystopian speculative fiction or “soft” science fiction, but the foundation for the story is drawn from a serious concern for, and scholarly engagement with, contemporary urban food systems. Though the details have been abstracted and fictionalized, many of the details of the story are based upon my ongoing efforts to research, write about, problem solve, advocate for, and manifest food justice in American cities.

Here are 4 personal experiences that were instrumental in inspiring me to begin WITHOUT LIGHT.

1. Whole Foods Rating Systems

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I make an effort to eat well, to eat locally, and to eat sustainably.  These efforts have long been tempered by my limited disposable income and a healthy sense of ambivalence about “certifiably” good food.  I do the best I can, when I can.

I remember vividly the first time I confronted the graphic, color-coded rating systems used for produce, meat, and cleaning products in the Whole Foods Market in Charlottesville, VA.  I remember standing in front of the meat counter, looking desperately back and forth between two piles of ground beef.  One was not cheap, but firmly within my budget.  The other was inconceivably expensive.  They were tagged using Whole Food’s 5-step Animal Welfare Rating system, that gave the expensive beef a 5 (a lush green shone from its label) and the budget beef a 2 (the beef was branded with a shameful orange tag).  I was, all at once, stricken with a moral dilemma, angry with the politics of guilt and shame that are so effectively monetized in stores like Whole Foods, and ashamed of my cynicism about a practice that may go a long way in improving how consumers think about meat consumption.

The ecosystem of emotions that swirled up around me in the few minutes it took to cave in and buy the most expensive ground beef I have ever purchased was complex and dynamic and touched upon everything from my racial and socioeconomic identities to my thinking about community and parenthood. I have always understood food to be inherently social, inherently cultural, and to be implicated in power relations; but this experience inspired me to think about the more emotional and personal aspects of those relationships.

2. My Garden

img_4628I am an ardent, but admittedly inconsistent, backyard gardener. And as any backyard gardener who just read the previous sentence knows, inconsistency may be one of the worst approaches to gardening out there.  Time, however, isn’t the only challenge to maintaining the six raised beds scattered around my back and side yards, or the pots arranged on my front porch and in the front lawn. Living in a relatively urban neighborhood, space and direct sunlight are limited; Pests range from insect to rodent, and from feline to cervine; Moving loads of large or heavy items like lumber or compost can be tricky; And urban contaminants like lead paint, automotive fluids, broken glass and asbestos are a significant concern. The list goes on.

Working in my own garden has inspired me to think about the challenges growers face and overcome, what kinds of challenges future geographies might present, and the single-minded determination of people who might see in growing food, a radical form of political resistance.

3. My Time Prison

fluvannaOver the past two years, I have taught two college courses in the Fluvanna Correctional Center for Women, Virginia’s highest security prison facility for female offenders.  While anything beyond the most distanced and courteous interactions with residents of the facility are discouraged, it is difficult as a professor not to get to know your students. Classroom discussion is not only a platform for learning, it is a platform for growth and change and healing–particularly for those who are systematically silenced.

It was not until I spent time in a place like FCCW that I truly grasped the degree to which food can be used as a tool of social control.  It was not until I spent time talking to a group of women who have access to a shockingly wide array of overpriced candy, snack food, sodas, and highly processed “food products” in the prison’s privatized commissary; but rarely see a fresh vegetable or a whole grain carbohydrate in the chow hall, that I understood that it is not only possible, but profitable, to consign “undesirable” populations to a life of ill health and early death.

4. Central Virginia

High Bridge Trail State ParkFor roughly five years I have lived in scenic central Virginia. Having grown up in Northern Virginia and lived as an adult in Washington DC, New York, Los Angeles, San Diego, and Durham, the degree to which I have adjusted to living in Virginia’s piedmont region is fairly remarkable.  But adjust I have.  I’ve spent countless hours considering the landscapes that surround me and what I would do if I could claim one tiny fraction of that landscape as my own.

Just Jump

Twenty years ago…God, TWENTY, that doesn’t even sound possible…I was an undergraduate student at Virginia Tech, majoring in English with a concentration in creative writing.  I was writing what I thought at the time to be adequately sophisticated poetry, but what I now consider to be a record of thoughts and experiences that feel so distant that I can hardly believe they were once mine.

In the intervening years, I’ve crossed the country and come back again.  I’ve started three careers and abandoned two.  I’ve accumulated a couple of degrees.  I’ve gotten married, amicably divorced, and married again.  I’ve started countless projects and finished a few, planted gardens and worked on old pick-up trucks, knitted two sweaters, and gained some weight.  I did not however, do any creative writing.

I’d moved on…I thought.

A couple years ago, while I was finishing my doctoral dissertation (yes, I am one of those people who can’t do anything without doing all the things), I began writing a novel. Instead of serving as an escape or providing distraction, the novel became a place where I could wrestle with the ideas that were, and still are, central to my academic work. In this, the book became a kind of hypothetical intellectual laboratory.

After several bouts of writing and tabling the novel, I realized two things. First, I discovered that I was invested enough in the project to try to put it in the hands of other people. Second, it became clear that I was on pace to write a 180,000 – 200,000-word novel. I decided to try my hand at self-publishing and to break up the work into four novellas.

WITHOUT LIGHT was born.

Rethinking the story as a four-part series revitalized my writing process and genuinely excited me. Before long I put parts of the first book into the hands of a group of very smart, very generous beta-readers. They critiqued and asked questions, gave me more than enough praise to keep writing , and made several challenging suggestions. I revised and rewrote and with wonder, watched as the first in a planned series of novellas stretched toward full novel length.

I discovered the breadth of the story I hoped to tell was far more vast than I’d every considered. But more importantly, I discovered that the process of adapting to reader feedback in a dynamic and meaningful way is exhilarating.  I realized that to maximize my ability to engage in this process, I would once again have to rethink the format that WITHOUT LIGHT would take.

Intrigued and inspired by the contemporary resurgence of serialized fiction, particularly by the ways that authors who are reclaiming this form engage and interact with readers, I reconceived WITHOUT LIGHT as a work of serial fiction.

It feels completely new and frankly terrifying to be taking my creative writing seriously again after all these years. This was much easier as a 19 year old.  But I have decided to just jump.  There is little to lose and (hopefully) lots to learn.