Hello, my name is Victor Travison. At least that’s what I’m calling myself these days. I chose to go with a pen name because my own would suggest an entirely different genre than science fiction and fantasy, for that’s what I’m most interested in writing.
I was born in Indiana while my parents were still in college. My father went to a seminary in Kansas City, and went on to pastor one church after another. My mother is an avid Bible student, having read through the Bible several times in her life. You can see where I get my insatiable love for Scriptures.
For about nine years I was married, until my wife played Gomer on me, went out with other men, and eventually left. If you don’t know what “playing Gomer” means, I suggest you read the book of Hosea, especially chapters 1-3. After that, I followed a long-time wish and moved from Wichita, Kansas, to Denver, Colorado, to be near my closest family. Currently I live in Lakewood, a western suburb of Denver, in a house my sister owns. I’m still single and loving it, but I also strongly believe in lasting marriages. I often wish mine could have been one of them. Marriage was ordained by God, not to be short-circuited through live-in arrangements, affairs, bed-hopping, nor any other self-destructive lifestyle choice. This biblical outlook is powerfully present in my work.
I began writing at eight years old, using a pencil on wide-lined school paper. It started when my third-grade teacher gave the class an assignment: write an adventure story. She explained the rudiments of plot and character, and turned us loose. My first story used classmates for characters, and while I don’t remember the plot, I wound up with everyone scrambling into a tree to escape a ferocious lion. Then I cried, because I didn’t know how to get them down. Thus, I learned my very first writing lesson: always plan a way out before you write characters into danger.
My first series as a preteen centered around the Ebbs family, a collection of orphaned children ranging from 8 to 21, each of whom was named after a month of the year. After I dreamed about a place like Mayberry where everyone got along, I named their hometown Dreamland and gave them a number of family friends. My first foray into science fiction came when an inventor named Vincet Value made “robots” in each of the Ebbs’ image. This shows how little I knew about people’s names, and much less about sci-fi. Only September’s robot survived from that story, and I called her Rebecca.
After the Ebbs family, I wrote a series of short stories into my college days, then I had a dream in which I joined several friends and family members in a purported haunted house, a three- or four-story mansion high on a hill. After we entered, the house lifted off the ground and flew, not unlike the Flying House in a cartoon I saw a few years later. I suppose the image of Dorothy's house in The Wizard of Oz had a part in its appearance.
Several images from the dream became elements in various stories, but the house itself became a houseship, and my family and friends transformed into the clannet. Based on the mansion image, I described the houseship as “boxy” without real details, until I came up with the design it has today.
has been compared to both Star Trek and Lost in Space, but it’s really neither. The ship may look similar in some respects to the starship Enterprise, but it’s much smaller, consists of two decks, and there’s no transport beam. It is not designed to be a warship, though it can fight in self-defense if necessary. The strong family element makes it similar to the Jupiter II crew, but there’s no wisecracking Robot nor a constantly scheming doctor who can never get along.
The things my work has in common with these stories pay tribute to them, but I did my best to invent different technologies and different kinds of tales to tell. Rather than be a military force with all the spit and polish of ground troops, this is a civilian crew whose goal is exploration and investigation, not war. Rather than consist of “geniuses,” who look for all the world like Leave It to Beaver in space, they all learn to work as a team to pursue peace.
As for , which eventually become a trilogy, the basic idea came during my association and ministry with handicapped people. Through no one’s fault, I was born with congestive heart failure, which became pronounced in 1999 and is now under the care of medicines and doctors. Consequently, I can no longer work at standard jobs, but it did give me insight into the trials the disabled go through. I wondered how it would be if a handful of them acquired divine powers to do more than would usually be expected, and I used several of my friends (somewhat altered) as characters. I trust you will enjoy the four sample chapters of two future stories, as well as the shorter ones you find on this site.