So yeah, it turns out I’ve written a novel. You can click through that link for the details and an excerpt. At the present time, it is only available a self-published Kindle e-book thought Amazon. If it sells a bit, I might try to find a publisher for a real book.
The story, it goeth thusly: many decades in the future, medical science has made aging a thing of the past. Painter Walter Winston, at age 128, finds himself dying from simply being exhausted from life. He sets off on a journey to revisit the places he’s lived, trying to rediscover himself, his life and the people who made it worth living. It’s science fiction, yes. But it’s not really about science. It’s about time and old age and regret and art.
It is with some sadness that I let the novel go because … I know I will never write anything like it again. My interests and my previous writings (and the book I’m working on now) tend to be more “traditional” sci-fi with spaceships and aliens and RR Lyrae stars. I’d never written anything this personal or artistic before and I can’t think that I would ever be able to summon those muses again.
But you never know.
I would also add, for the purposes of this blog, that it is not political at all.
For the next four days, as a special offer to those of you have been reading my writing here for so long, the novel is available absolutely free (after that, it will go to $3). It will also be available, for at least the next three months, through Kindle’s lending library and unlimited features.
You can find it here. I hope you will find the interest and time to read it. And I hope you will enjoy it. And if you do enjoy, please tell everyone you know to buy it!