Hey Everyone,

I am a young, aspiring science fiction author. This is my official blog which will be used to promote my work and keep people up-to-date on when it will be released.

Here's a small sample of my work. This is part of the rough draft for a novel that I am in the process of writing:

To whom it may concern,
     I came here to escape the conflict on Earth, came here thinking that in the dead of space, I would find an escape. No more politics, no more anger, only simple research. Who would have thought that it would be my grave.
     All of the other researchers are dead or gone. We sent out the shuttles long ago, as soon as we knew something must be wrong. The rest have fled to the deeper parts of the facility, in hopes of finding more food. I will not become part of the barbarism that will be there. I have remained here, to await the slow destruction. My final act will be to remain myself. I will not keep my body alive and kill my soul.
     As I sit here writing this, I think of my family. My wife, worried and afraid, my children, believing that I'll change the world here. My father and mother who died before I came. And my brother, telling I came to the grave. Sitting here, I can only agree.
     Fear has overtaken my colleagues. It is all that drives them now. Fear of the end. I myself have fear as well. But even as I am afraid, I have excepted the end. The end has awaited me my entire life. And now I await it. Has my life all been for this? To end in one sweep? One final moment? Has all that I've done been leading to a final drawing of breath, one last gasp which sums up my whole? I have done nothing worth mention. No one shall remember me except my own family. And yet, as the end approaches, I feel not fear but peace. Why should that be? And the end is here.
     I bid unto all, those who have known me and those who have not, good bye."