I’ve been doing ok with my modest goals up to now. I wanted to do 30 hours of research and editing, an hour a day. I was ahead of schedule: I was losing myself in the story, following characters as they ran along streets and crossed bridges, bridges that look sturdy enough now to be still standing in the year 2074.
I researched what people might be doing with their longer, healthier lives, where they’d be living, and who would own self-driving cars.
I read about virtual reality headsets. The Oculus Rift. Who wants one of those? Will they ever fit it all down into a sleek, Google-glass-like device?
And somehow, this reading led me to be reading about esports. And I realized, to my dismay, that I’m not interested in esports and I don’t want to write about them. I’m sure not going to be able to write anything credible or interesting about esports with my current attitude.
An invented sport: what will they play in the future? Unfortunately Quidditch is already taken–but wouldn’t it be an awesome virtual reality esport? I could imagine Anerican football and boxing becoming virtual reality esports only, as the injuries mount and the lawsuits pile up.
In a fossil fuel-poor world such as what we are headed for, I can imagine everyone travels less, even sports teams, with the resources saved for the military. Players of virtual reality esports don’t have to travel. They just put on their headsets and meet in the arena.
I have a character in the story. He is paraplegic and uses a wheelchair. He could be a great virtual reality athlete. But I can’t go on from there. I find myself not caring enough about the whole concept to put it into my novel.
Should I press on and write it in anyway?