In the midst of another round of indoor dumpster diving, I found something I thought — nay, hoped — had been lost forever: The Star Trek: The Next Generation script I wrote fresh out of college entitled, “Preservation.”
The story is about the ambassador from some tiny little planet that was stupid enough to declare war on the Klingons for some reason. The Enterprise’s mission was to broker a “peace” before the Klingons went in and squished this little planet out of existence. When the ambassador beams aboard, he freaks out at the sight of Worf, some weapon that was undetected by the transporters goes off, and Data gets hit. In order to save him, his program has to be uploaded to the holodeck system and… blah, blah, blah.
The fact is, the story went right off the rails from what I was originally planning to write, not that I what I was planning to write was much better. It was a frustrating endeavour but I had to prove to myself that I could write the script, finish it and send it in no matter what. It actually felt pretty good. Up until my first NaNoWriMo novel in 2007, that 59-page script I wrote back in 1991 was the longest thing I had ever written.
The script was, of course, returned. The rejection letter — printed on beautiful Star Trek: The Next Generation letterhead — indicated that the show had closed its doors to unsolicited manuscripts. The second Trek script I started got drowned out by constant shouts of, “Get a job or get out of my house!” pounding through my bedroom door. So much for the dream of becoming one of those fans catapulted to stardom and a convention table for life. Guess I’ll have to come up with some other way to be bitter at fans constantly hounding me for autographs.