The Most Useless Job In The World

My Approach To 'star Trek' Was, 'i Know Science Fiction, And I Know Screen Writing.' That Was Very Arrogant Of Me, But You Really Need To Be A Little Bit Arrogant To Think That What You Have To Say Is Good Enough To Justify The Expense Of Hundreds Of Thousands - Now Millions Of Dollars - To Make An Episode Of The Tv Show.

What I Wish Is That People Would Look Beyond The Tribbles And See I've Written Some Other Books That I Really Would Like People To Notice. There's The Man Who Folded Himself, There's The Martian Child, Which Is About My Son And The Adoption. There's The War Against The Chtorr, Which Is My Magnum Opus, My Great Epic Story.

Who Are We? And To Me That's The Essential Question That's Always Been In Science Fiction. A Lot Of Science Fiction Stories Are - At Their Very Best - Evocations Of That Question. When We Look Up At The Night Sky And Wonder, "is There Anyone Else Out There?" We're Also Asking Who We Are We In Relation To Them.

Doesn't Anybody Ever Want To Talk About Anything Else Besides 'star Trek?' There Were 79 Episodes Of The Series; There Were 55 Different Writers. I Was Only One Of Them.

Something Went Klunk. Like A Nickel Dropping In A Soda Machine. One Of Those Small Insights That Explains Everything. This Was Puberty For These Boys. Adolescence. The First Date, The First Kiss, The First Chance To Hold Hands With Someone Special. Delayed, Postponed, A Decade's Worth Of Longing--while Everybody Around You Celebrates Life, You Pretend, Suppress, Inhibit, Deprive Yourself Of You Own Joy--but Finally Ultimately, Eventually, You Find A Place Where You Can Have A Taste Of Everything Denied.