The word makes me think of a space platform.
I imagine a writer perched on a wooden square suspended in space, galaxies and nebulae whirling about it. And whenever I get brave enough to peer over the edge, I gaze into the accretion disk of a supermassive black hole. Despite there not being sound in space (or wooden platforms for that matter), it would roar like a vast ocean.
This is the writerly platform for me, Nancy Chenier, often writing under N. E. Chenier to differentiate me from an already-established academic sharing my name. Plus, I’ve always enjoyed the wordplay my first two initials give to any surname. As per the title, I’m all about spec-fic, everything from sic-fi to fantasy to slipstream to whatever may be coming next.