One more thought about Passengers, which I forgot to list yesterday. Maybe the ship was built to malfunction and the passengers all “not the cream of the crop” like the Golifrincans from The Restaurant at the End of the Universe.
Which makes me think of Con Air in space.
In February I attended a writing/editing workshop put on by Shawn Coyne and Tim Grahl. It was amazing. Now they are offering an editor’s certification using The Story Grid method. I think it would be very cool to be one of those editors. The drawback is I’m chicken and I don’t have money to fly to Nashville and take a week-long course. Or pay for the course. Not this year. Not a chance.
Maybe next year? Maybe if they ever hold that certification again?
Argh. I hate money.
And I hate my fear.