We interrupt this (surprisingly productive) writing time to bring you breaking news. Virgin Galactic‘s second space port is being built right outside my adopted hometown of Las Cruces, New Mexico. It is! Really! I looked on the internets.
I’m sure this is old news to everyone but me. I was just sitting here at my little coffeeshop table, minding my own business when I heard the guy at the table next to me say something about Las Cruces. Now, I always tune in a little more closely when I hear Texans talking about Las Cruces or New Mexico. There are some pretty wild ideas floating around about my dear state. Most notable is the idea that the Organ Mountains are hollow and home to super-secret military underground bases. I once went on a blind date with a Dallas boy who had the inside scoop on these bases. Apparently they were infiltrated years ago and the military is keeping it all hush hush for fear of causing world-wide panic. Who were they infiltrated by you might ask? Spies? Terrorists? Nope, aliens. Snake aliens!
How happy am I to be married now?
But anyway, at least half the time I hear someone mention Las Cruces it’s usually to repeat a conspiracy theory about the government covering up aliens or nuclear waste or lizard people or whatever. After all, my fine state is home to Roswell and people get confused, you know? And while I don’t fault anyone their beliefs, I am a little more Scully than Mulder. So when I heard him mention Las Cruces and spaceship in the same breath, I had a moment of discreet eyerolling. But then I googled. And it’s true, New Mexico is getting its very own space port.
The whole thing makes me kind of proud, but also I kind of wonder what this does to nostalgic view of the desert southwest and, weirdly, what it does to the stories that I have set in New Mexico. If there’s a friggin’ spaceport being built 45 minutes from where your protagonist resides, you can’t just ignore that. This could lead to some pretty cool opportunities.
Or some big headaches. We shall see.