Have always wanted to be writer. Specifically, wanted to be THE GREAT AMERICAN NOVELIST.
But as Mike Rowe points out, following your passion doesn’t work if you aren’t good at it, and I’m not.
Which doesn’t stop me from trying to write. At least I get out what ever frustration is rising to the surface and I write until its gone and that’s been good enough for the last 50 years.
My latest is attempt is a post apocalyptic novel.
Write what you know the experts say, so my characters are drawn from real life, the story takes place in my hometown. This is a land of pollyannas; Reiki practitioners, Yoga instructors, Massage therapists, crystal healers. Ex-hippies who did well in their in between lives have now retired, showing up at the Whole Foods store in town in their tie dye, birkenstocks, and long grey hair. They buy organic foods, organic wine in great quantities and they belong to groups that seek to bring rainbow leaping unicorns into reality.
On the other hand, we have young idealists who live in campers, drive cars that say Save Mother Earth while belching out black oily smoke, and beg on the street corners or set up shop selling hemp macramé jewelry.
We also have a lot of homes that belong to rather wealthy people who are intent on saving the Earth and therefore are solar powered with giant arrays, and driving their Prius and Teslas if they really have boatloads of $$$$. Town code prohibits Earth Ships like you see outside of Taos, sadly.
We even have a couple of Frank Lloyd Wright designed homes.
Average age of the population is 54. Lots of older retired folks in their 70s, 80s, and 90s. Not actually the folks who are going to survive a great SHTF event. Need to much medical care and on going prescription refills.
So it is within this setting that I’ve written about a woman and the loss of the national power grid on her 70th birthday. and this is written looking back from her 75th birthday.
Amazingly, it has allowed me to go through a scenario with how well prepared am I?
There is a certain amount of Pollyanna in my story as I expect the capable in town, the solar power installers particularly, to come together to keep the water pumps going. That the local ranchers will work out a way to bring meat to the table. That the local farmers will also help supply food. But distribution of the same is part of the story. Those who feel they deserve to have it because they are starving, but have no skills and no wish to even be a laboring body in exchange. And those who are older and do not have the physical means to help. How do we cut out our neighbors?
But it does all fall back on what WE do at home. We don’t live right in town, so some of the angst and chaos isn’t happening here. We have to figure out how to heat our home (it takes place in January), how to get the garden up and running earlier, how to cook, how to dispose of our waste – human and just plain old garbage, how to hunt and fish. And how to do collect and bring home enough wood for all the above when it is our SOLE heating and cooking supply and we’re 70 years old!!
It turned out to be quite the eye opener and think I will do this again using different SHTF scenerios . . but first, am cooking up some beans and ham to can and dehydrate . . .