A few days after I made this rambling post about post-apocalyptic fiction, a story idea started emerging from the strange abyss I call my mind. I let it brew and stew and simmer for a while, letting it coalesce into something that might possibly be considered a coherent thought. Then I started writing things down. Read More
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Post-Apocalyptic Fiction: What Happened to the Pets?
When someone leaves their home in a post-apocalyptic world, why does it seem we rarely hear about or see them going through that further emotional trauma of leaving the memories behind?
Post-Nuke Pulp, Civil War, And An Inauguration
I’m unsettled this weekend after the inauguration of our 45th president in 228 years. My thoughts are scattered and dark, and I find myself disturbed at so much of what I hear.