Welcome to my post-apocalyptic novel: it's all the rage I hear to fast forward past whatever all this is and just go on: smash the world to bits 'n then ta hafta to live with it. Whose got whiskey? Whose got smokes? Whose got a good head and a sense of direction? Got yer canvas backpack and eternal youth? Let's get out there and see what there is to see How long we can last on the bullets we carry and these canned beans? What's our story arc? Which 12 year old girl is our destiny's child? Are we the heroes unknowingly soothing the world or the bad dudes, picking at the scabs? Maybe this dust we kick up is just for ambience. Maybe its a portent. Trepedition rises as the girl coughs. Make a right past the burning fields someone says, I think it's just over that hill. Then, comes the groan.
It’s April 22 of NaPoWriMo.
There’s a lot of sci-fi and fantasy stories in the world and many people love to read them. They aren’t my favorite genre — I’m not sure why. I love literary fiction: stories that are human and hit close to home. A good sci-fi story has to be really character driven for my taste. Not too obvious. Not too gory. Not too many goofy monsters. (That’s just me!) And not 9,000 pages!
Another great one--this is my new favorite one!!