My science fiction story Quiet Resistance is an alternative history explanation for the neoliberal infestation of the UK and USA, and it includes an ending of the infestation I think might be a wish come true for those who’d like to see it happen that way.
But it’s my worst performing book. Very low sales figures and zero reviews. This little story is dying out there, starved of oxygen.
So if you’ve read it, I’ll be very grateful if you would post a review. On Amazon or elsewhere. Doesn’t have to be more than a line or two. https://www.books2read.com/u/3G9VVd
PS. Thanks to my generous friend Claire Buss for creating this graphic, which I love.
We celebrated my birthday over the weekend. I love birthdays and always enjoy having my family around here with me.
Nowadays, my New Years seem to have merged with my birthdays, so that the start of each year is delayed for three weeks. Fine with that. Whatever works.
And talking of work, I got (and stayed) too sick last year to do much of it at all after finishing and releasing Quiet Resistance in the early summer. It’s been a long old winter too, and we’re only halfway through it yet. But there’s work to do and I look forward to tackling at least some of it. I hope.
Here is what’s on my plate this year:
Space Train 1 – novel edits from Beaten Track Publishing are imminent
Space Train 2 – write and submit it to Beaten Track this year
Space Train 3 & 4 – plan them ready to write in 2020 and 2021
Sisters – literary novel to research and write
Demons – urban fantasy novel to complete
SFF Collection – short stories to compile and release
A Sparrow Sings – epic poem to format and release
Not sure about the order in which I will tackle them, but there’s nothing there that feels like a chore. Would happily pick up any one of them and dive right in today, although obviously Space Train 1 edits will be first. We’ll see what my health allows after that and how I get on with the list.
43 years ago today, I was on a train from Liverpool down to the West Country. I was 18, fresh from my A Levels, in full revolt against long term parental pressure to enter academia. Instead of going to university, I was joining the navy.
I wouldn’t do that again. I mean, apart from its violent and frightening ending, my career had been quite a good one. During its 19 years I developed abilities that enabled me to deal with the chaotic fallout after the ending. But of course if I hadn’t been there in the first place I wouldn’t have needed to deal with the fallout.
On the other hand, my wife-to-be was in the navy too. I’m glad we met. Our three daughters and four grandchildren are my delight. I wouldn’t have my family be any other way.
So my life has been what it’s been, and is what it is. Om.
What I’m here to say is that in today’s world, in our country now, I wouldn’t advise any youngsters to join the military. Governments are corrupt. Ours as much as others. Far more than many. They are the corrupt bastards who will send you to war, and the wars you’re sent to fight and die and get maimed in won’t be just wars. Not wars you will be proud of afterwards.
Look at how many thousands of former service personnel are living on our streets now. Many of them are mentally ill as a direct result of their service. Are they being looked after? No. Will you be looked after if you find yourself in that situation in 5 or 10 years? No.
Don’t fall for the MoD’s clever advertising campaign. Don’t do it.