Trina the Treklit Author
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| Title: | Trina the Treklit Author |
| Author(s): | Cheryl Van Til |
| Date(s): | 1982 |
| Length: | 2 pages |
| Genre(s): | gen |
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Trina the Treklit Author is a two-page fanwork written by Cheryl Van Til with art by Russell T. Ross.
It portrays a Treklit author doing mundane domestic chores while thinking about writing Star Trek: TOS fanfiction. The story contains a disagreeable-looking baby, some observations about gender and gender roles, and includes a puzzling chore called "crockery shopping." The story ends rather abruptly.
It was published in the 1982 zine, Kirk.
The Story
A day in the life of any Treklit author would give any non-SF author the screaming meemies. If an impartial observer were to follow Trina, the Trek lit author during an average day, that person might see a few things that would be cause to take note.
Trina awoke with a start at 6 o1 clock. She had a terrific Star Trek dream. Instantly grabbing a pen and paper, she wildly dashed the idea down, whispering, "This will be my best story yet!" Breakfast was fixed in the frame work of, "How shall I end it?' and need some good alien names!"
Later that day, after vacuuming, dusting, crockery shopping and baby burping, another "great idea" popped into Trina's head. Again, she quickly wrote it down. Now she had two stories to write.
While fixing supper, Trina remembered the story she had started yesterday at the beauty parlor. "Forget the meatloaf," she said to nobody in particular. She sat down and began to write.
Trina's head now contained three story plots, three races of aliens, three different planets, three (or less) endings, and many broken and/or burnt out brain cells.
But the drive to write was still strong within her. She sat down on the floor, staring at the three unfinished stories around her. "Which one do I work on?" she muttered. "How 'bout ... Eeny, Meeny, Miney, Moe?" Then... a smile slowly spread over her face. Picking up a blank piece of paper and a pen, she started to write a fourth story.
When her husband, George, arrived home from work, Trina was taken from the world of the Enterprise and brought back to reality. She hurried to get supper on the table. While she was spooning pureed beets into the baby's mouth, George caught Trina muttering to her self: "Can Kirk say that? Who shall Spock pinch next? and, "He's dead, Jim."
That evening while George was watching 'Charlie's Angels', Trina started on the story she had dreamt about, only to get stuck in the middle of the plot. George was engrossed in his girls, so Trina picked up the baby and began talking to him. "Kid, I need a logical explanation for these illogical events." She sighed. Giving up, she moved onto her second story.