No story, no happy! The whole trick is to make a happy here! It's hard not to be happy - on this world at this time or on any world at any time - almost! You have to work at it! There are exceptions and, of course, the news seems to carry only the exceptions lately. "Man hits thumb with hammer in Delhi India" - and then you get the whole story with all the details - "ouch", he said. Then his mother is interviewed. "Yes, I was in the other room and heard, "ouch", etc. No, we're not here to suppress emergency communications. There's a place for that, and there's a place for exceptions as well.
"Dance of the Deep" is supposed to be a funny happy story that happens about 300 years in the future, It is intended to be as realistic as possible and create a pleasant imaginative background, characters and situations that invite the reader to help in the creation of a better future for mankind. In other words, a happy story.
There are times, though, that it is difficult, or seems difficult, to be happy. Exceptional times. These times are lacking good creative input which means low level help at best. "Who cares", or "same old baloney", are the attitudes about sharing the best we have to offer for each other. We are working against a bad creative particle - "cold grayness forever" for example, or even worse - chaos - no ordered time or space - in other words - no understandable future, or a future where "cold grayness forever" seems pleasant by comparison!
Well this is one analysis of "writers block", at least for science fiction that aims for happy endings.
Recognizing this, and responsible as creative writers, we get on with our story:
Nomi's fear was palpable. Even if they could outrun the Vulture, they risked a long dangerous journey in a craft not designed for the stresses they were sure to experience. The radiation exposure alone was almost enough to force a longer course line further from the sun. Fuel reserves prohibited this. Food, water and power were also major considerations that they hadn't yet quite worked out. Jim knew that Heshy could and would solve this. He knew something else too. He knew that the success of their return depended on how much they cared about each other. Heshy was very sensitive to the operational limits of their little ship and knew they would need to be pushed. Jim was equally sensitive to the operational limits of Heshy, Nomi, and himself and was likewise aware that these would be pushed too. He felt Nomi's fears and listened closely to Heshy as he whispered to himself about course possiblitites. "Remember that seafood restaurant in Massachusetts Heshy?", Jim asked. "The Lobster Tails?", Heshy returned. "Yes. The first thing we're going to do when we get back is treat Nomi to dinner on that dock. It'll be July, perfect weather for us." They all chuckled as the fears melted away.
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