So, I got this idea for a story back in 2013. I submitted a post apocalyptic flash fiction piece for contest. I didn't win. I took that piece and turned it into a short story. Submitted it, no one was interested in buying. But! The comments from readers in workshops, that did read it, said, "Good Story! I want more!" 2019 rolls around, it becomes an epic novel ready for publishing. 2020 floods in, and now, with exception of the monsters, my novel is no longer fiction. The most often spoken comment: "It was so real!" Yes, my goal as a writer of fiction is 'suspend disbelief' Now, the thought that I deal with daily, is, 'Are readers going to want to read a story about something that is happening right now?' Novel #1, 2 ,3 & 6 all got shelved for numerous reasons. Looks like #7 might go the same route. But I have to admit, I got closer to to publishing it than I did the others. I don't much like writing stories that take place in the future. I prefer the nostalgic. The sentimental. Stories that come out of the past. Novel #8 is just that. 1955 appears a little more sedate and looks like a good place to spend my days even it is Arkham, MA. Going to travel back in time now! See you later!
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