The Show Must Go On

As a fiction writer I’ve often had to remind myself to be careful not to cross the line of believability. Like, what if I wrote a novel in which the president of the United States has supposedly caught and beaten a deadly virus. I’m telling the story in the vice president’s viewpoint... A bunch of my aides have caught the virus, there’s about a week until the election, and my plane has just landed at a campaign stop...I know, I’ll do the hundred yard dash to the waiting throng, pumping my fist in the air. It’s a win win. Undecided voters will think either me and the chief are stronger than any old stupid virus or they’ll think maybe the whole thing IS a hoax. And also the chief will be pleased. And if he kicks the bucket...Yeah, if he really had the virus and kicks the bucket I’m in. If he faked the virus, I’m still in. Okay, the hundred yard dash. Just be careful, don’t stumble... Hmmm, crossing the believability line in this fiction racket is tricky.

Pack Your Shit

After Pandemics, Warming, and Trump Climate change rages…Pandemics come and go…Oligarchs rule. A world made “great” by ignorance is in trouble. Fenced off and fenced in at a retirement community. Play a little golf, have some booze, and watch for wild dogs while flipping meat substitute on the grill. Can gates, razor wire, contact tracing, and drone security save them from extinction? An AI flown hybrid airliner heading to Orlando crash lands on a golf course. Although isolated, Latin Villages residents golf, socialize, and shop at malls. They survive on protein grown in vertical farms, micro-filtered hydration drinks, and alcohol. After the crash we’re treated to a microcosm of Earth on the brink. “We’re going away. Pack your shit, folks.”—George Carlin. Extinction Village

Extinction Village II

Because of the world pandemic and climate change not only ignored but worsened in the current US political miasma, I began working on a sequel to Extinction Village.

Heavy Reading

I've been doing some heavy reading lately. Besides climate change, some history. Based on what I read last night here is a puzzle. Fill in the blanks: Individual 1 = _________ Individual 2 = _________ A quote from Individual 1: “Individual 2 was that classic know-it-all. His mind was cluttered with minor information and misinformation, about everything. I believe that one of the reasons he gathered so many flunkies around him was that his instinct told him that first-rate people couldn't possibly stomach the outpourings.” Scroll down for the answers. The answers: Individual 1 = Albert Speer Individual 2 = Adolf Hitler

Winter

I’m looking forward to it this year for many reasons .

It Will Be Worse

Nothing even said about the derecho over a week ago. Nothing acknowledged about the pandemic. Nothing done about evictions. Instead he tries to destroy the PO while the multimillionaire senators hide out on vacation. His goal? To litigate his way in for another term, I guess. I just finish my latest take on our future after Trump and the current pandemic and climate change racing onward and now the future portrayed in Extinction Village seems rosy. Perhaps it’s time to serious begin Extinction Village II.

Extinction Village

I tried to type in a new blog and the blogger app says there is a new interface. Well, the damn thing doesn't work! Here is a new book: This is similar to the last book, but on steroids. Living in the world today, especially in a country ruled by a buffoon whose only goal is the daily news cycle has worn on me. It has shaped my writing and my thinking. Are we screwed? EXTINCTION VILLAGE: Climate change rages…Pandemics come and go…Oligarchs rule. A world made “great” by ignorance is in trouble. Fenced off and fenced in at a retirement community. Play a little golf, have some booze, and watch for wild dogs while flipping meat substitute on the grill. Can gates, razor wire, contact tracing, and drone security save them from extinction? An AI flown hybrid airliner heading to Orlando crash lands on a golf course. Although isolated, Latin Villages residents golf, socialize, and shop at malls. They survive on protein grown in vertical farms, micro-filtered hydration drinks, and alcohol. After the crash we’re treated to a microcosm of Earth on the brink. “We’re going away. Pack your shit, folks.”—George Carlin.