I'd write an essay if it was my turn to do so, but I'm proficient in essay writing and subjecting myself to some research and the like, finding a decent topic, etc. aren't what I'm into at the moment. Again, I'll write up a king hell one if the great roll calls upon me to, but I've little experience with fiction, via short story or novella, or novel, and I joined so I could not only have incentive to write excessively and from the heart, but to finally start after years of stagnancy but plenty of firm resolve, and quite a bit of novels consumed over my years on this earth, I think it's time to bite the bullet and begin. Even dwarves start small,

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I've an outline written up, it was rather uplifting once I started seeing some of the conditions I started to envision for my characters, a lot is clearly autobiographical, and I've some pretty wildly imaginative parameters worked out, I plan on going at it full bore tomorrow morning and creating the character outline, and completing it. I've my protagonist as yet nameless, but very promising and some very interesting paranormal abilities that will drive a bit of the story a long. Lots of mystic (as well as plain cold science) stuff along with some of the ruling class fairly well outlined, as well as a truly subversive and superior group, more protagonist in nature and the folks who'd make solid fun in rooting for. Also developed some fanciful and clearly satirical sociological disorders reaching 'epidemic' levels, as the greed junkies who control most of the population must address.
Using a lot of Symbol oriented themes with obvious root in a few of the nastier things we've been dealing with since the age of television and conditioning, ala Choamsky's 'manufacturing consent' to some degree, but based very loosely. My goal is turn the thing into a moderately science fiction piece, more along the lines of the Dune Series, and to a lesser but livelier extent vaguely reminiscent of a Vonnegut style of imagination. Ugh, its a complex one, I'll have to be subtle and fierce to get away with it me thinks.
I've been putting off writing dialogue as I've some fear since I've not done it before, but the greater fear is the prose driving the characters and their dialogue, as I'm terrified I'll happen to inadverdently take on a tone similar to many of my most revered and studiously read authors, on a daily basis. This shouldn't be a problem as I've so many influences I can't imagine one channeling themselves through mine, but even so, I'd notice it immediately. Plus I know my voice, and I've faith it will make the grade, not to mention a knowledge of my favorites bordering on obsessive, whereby I'd certainly notice something blatant, subtle, or otherwise intruding more than I'd like them too (their spirit and legacies no doubt drive the whole damn thing, and their numerous on a level that I doubt a single one would get past my heightened guard.
I had an ex girlfriend who wrote a terribly libelous work, of which I was occasioned to read some of it now and then out of obligation and some curiosity, but didn't like the prose and, it being a fantasy piece written for a youthful/child demagraphic, with unoriginal characters and settings, and even using character names borrowed from other books, which I found not just wrong because of the plaegeristic (sp?) potential, but quite simply for lack of imagination to name your own characters proper. I don't know, it was a long time ago and I've a reasonable bias, but the facts remain.
It wasn't until years later long after our literal withdrawal from one another, where I'd trying to read a Paliunuk novel for the first time, did I notice one of the more blatant and accurate examples of full-bore theft in terms of prose I'd ever encountered. I don't think it was intentional, but served me up a valuable lesson among cautionary warnings to avoid that at all costs. I couldn't even get through the first paragraph as it was a particularly trying/abusive relationship and conjured up bad memories, but was the exact style of writing, which I didn't care for regardless of who'd done it. I'll never be able to read a single work of his (wasn't in any hurry, anyhow) because it's just too weird to stomach.
"Sorry Chuck, maybe in some other reincarnation."
All tangents aside, don't mind me I'm just musing and am in a chatterbox of a mood.
Back to the work at hand. This will be set in the future, but not far off, and is only scifi in the sense of the setting being some years ahead of us now, but history will be same as ours. Set in America with a few ventures outside, but as an American writer I must write from my point of view. I've never had anything quite this heavy on my hands, but its all my own and I'm ready to carry it out as far as it takes me.
Thus why it will likely be a chapter/selection of this largely complex framework I'd like to include first, since I've read and reread my rough outline and was surprised to be delighted to know that it wasn't a throwaway, but had serious promise and I've gone so far as to enlist a trusted friend (only one i trust, period, to put it country simple) read it and she doesn't normally read fiction but complex non, and her honest reply brought a tear to my eye, throwing me off guard, as her take on it was so honestly one of subdued respect hardly concealing her excitement gained from reading this vague outline without dialogue even, and she was being objective in full force.
This is a big fear I've long in facing, as I hate quite a bit of what I type, and was terrified of having that feeling upon a sober second read a few days later whereby I'd have to morosely tear it up into many small pieces and start again. Yes, I'm irrational. To my dismay, it just goes with the territory of an existentially bemused man who's indifference to the dominant culture has led to nothing but hardship in trying to survive and make a living without jeopardizing mental health. Sorry, just had to get that out there as I'm sure there are others who may have experienced a similar roadblock.
Think I might go off to write some characters. Wish me the good stuff.
Thanks too for reading,

I didn't mean to get so heavy into it, but alas, can't be helped.
Thou