What Halloween Means to Me
by Jean Asselin, Editor-In-Chief
I admit that as a child, Halloween meant three things: a sudden slew of treats; un-scary monster displays in windows or on lawns; and wildly colorful costumes, or amateur cosplay before the word was invented.
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The challenge peculiar to SF: You’re trying to show, not tell. But how do you “show" a world that, to one degree or another, is unknown, unique, and may even operate by physics that are different from the laws your reader subconsciously applies?