Welcome to my blog! My name is Christina. My friends call me Stina. I am a graduate of film from The Academy of Art University in San Francisco where I spent four and half wonderful years grooming my creativity and learning SO MANY LIFE LESSONS!
One of those was realizing that I love science fiction more than any other genre. I love talking about it, I love reading it, watching it, crying about it, obsessing about it, losing sleep over it, and most of all writing about it.
Every person has a start. A beginning to their passion. Mine started with my old man- fitting isn't it? This will also be a father's day post... why not?
Every weekday when I was growing up the Simpsons came on at six. To get to the hilarious glory that was Bart and Homer I had to sit and watch Star Trek: Next Generation with my Dad at five.
I was never against watching Next Gen I just didn't really know WHAT I was watching, but that hour of the crew of the Enterprise working out whatever problem they came across was the most important hour of my young life.
It was the beginning. The beginning of my love for the science fiction genre. The beginning of my love for scripted television. The beginning of my love of character and story arcs. The beginning of shaping who I am today.
I am a proud inherited Trekkie. That might sound like I didn't have a choice in the matter but I did. My sister never took to the Enterprise crew as I did, oh sure she thinks Chris Pine and Zach Quinto are "hot" in the new movies but I love the Trek because I simply LOVE the Trek!
My father lives and breathes Original Series. I think the influence of Captain James T. Kirk on my young ginger father back in the day instilled a need to seek justice and like Kirk be the hero to implement it.
My father is a high ranking official in my home county's District Attorney's office- after 30 years of enacting Kirk like justice he has reached the mountain top in his career path. I truly believe Kirk was a huge factor in this though I doubt my dad made it to second base with any green alien ladies.
Dad also instilled my love of all things Disney. This I don't think I really had choice in.
Was I the one asking him to watch The Little Mermaid with me on Saturday afternoons? No.
Did I ever have to beg him to watch Winnie The Pooh when it was blistery Windsday? Nope.
All my love and devotion for Disney stems from his love for it and his even deeper devotion to me and making sure I had something to share with him as I grew older because he always knew someday I would be like Ariel and dream of more for my life- and he would have to let me go.
So thanks Pops for the brainwashing! You can't judge me for being a starving writer my whole life because it's your fault I'm the way I am.
I love you Daddy.
This blog will be about my wibbly wobbly timey wimey sciency- fictiony life- I'm a Sci-Fi Princess and welcome to my kingdom!
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