by
Ernest Hogan

Also,
like last year, I, your humble Father of Chicano Science Fiction will
be the judge, picking the winners.
To
give you La Bloga readers an edge, I’m going to give you some
advice on how to win this contest.
First,
I really don’t have anything in mind as to what I’m looking for.
I’m keeping my mind open. Wide open.

This
shouldn’t be a problem for writers from la Raza. Rasquache--dare I
say recomboculture?--has been a tradition for us since Teotihuacán.
Maybe
farther back. Lately I’ve been thinking that the Bering Strait land
bridge wasn’t the only way that people got onto these two great,
big continents on this hemisphere. Different peoples from different
places were pretty good at navigating the oceans going way back to
prehistoric times. They came here, met up, made war and love the way
people do . . .
There
are probably some story ideas there . . .
Then
there are my visions of the intergalactic barro . . .
But
I digress, and oddly enough it brings me back to my point. The whole
Latinoid continuum of cultures, civilizations is so vast, so diverse,
so volatile. A bubbling cauldron brewing up the creativity that
dances through our DNA.
Last
year, when deciding which of the finalists would win, I went for
originality. They were all good stories. I liked them. Some of them
were more of the usual stuff you see in every anthology of Latinx
fiction we’ve been seeing over the years. First prize went to the
most far-out, they one that showed me things I had never seen before.
After
all, this an Extra-Fiction
contest. Not the usual, the routine, but something extraordinary.
Take
the chains that Anglo-dominated society puts on your Latinoid
imagination and let it run wild.
I’ll
be here, waiting, with my mind ready to boggle.
Ernest Hogan is the author of High Aztech,
“PeaceCon,” and is working on Zyx;
Or, Bring Me the Brain of Victor Theremin.
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