First bit of a short piece that I've been putting off forever. I got home yesterday, sat down, and got to work like a little art robit. Normally, I have no desire to put pencil to paper (or finger to keyboard, as it were). Other days, I'll have a little flare of inspiration. But I don't remember having this calm, collected will to create. It's not passionate or reluctant, and I hope it sticks around a while.
Also let me say right here that writing for aliens is hard.
If I were to say that they used computers, that would be waaay too close to home. But if I gave them holo-projectors, that's painfully cliche and obvious. I don't want my Kokoparvests sitting in chairs like humans, but straddling levitating saddle-shaped thingies is ludicrous. I just can't win.
That, and I am very much not clever enough to really portray outer space right, let alone write to fit it. Consider this my apology, then, and expect much cock-and-bull to come.