Echo:  A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

A Chuck Norris mustache kicking butt….genius.

Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha

I’m breathing my last on a hospital bed.  It’s been a good run—traveled around the world, wrote some books, ate a lotta pizza—I’m okay with what’s about to happen.  My heart monitor goes BEEEEEEEP and suddenly I’m floating above my body.  The nurse by my side wrinkles her nose in disgust.  She turns to her coworker and says, “You smell that?  Had to fart one last time before he died.  I never said anything, but did you notice how this guy did his damnedest to hotbox us with his ass whenever we had to care for him?”  I laugh in delight—hotboxing nurses was one of the last pleasures left to me as an old fogey.  Refuse to give me extra jello?  Choke on the old-attic mothball stank that comes flooding out my colon!  (I’ve heard that that’s actually a true…

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Creative Blocks-IFeel Them

I often feel blocked.  Not because I do not have anything to say, but because I am not sure where to begin. what to do if I finish.  What if it is not good?  What if if is hack-eyed and crap writing?  How do I develop characters so they are not card board cutouts?  How do I write sharper dialogue and more concise descriptions?  How do I get what I envision in my head onto the page?

What I write never seems good enough once I begin.  I fret over its shortcomings and push it away.  I move onto another project or begin another piece.

Yet the questions persist.  Soon I grow anxious.  When I grow anxious I eat.  I have struggled with this for years.  I can’t control the eating or stop it.  I have tried to work with it.  I buy fruit and salad and give myself permission to eat it all.  And I do.  Then I feel terrible with the lack of self control.

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Where to Visit and When to Go

Where wouldn’t I like to visit. And can I go tomorrow?  I want to visit every country, city, and back-road. sleepy, village, and as many roadside kitschy attractions, as possible.

High on the list Tibet, India, and Russia.  For some time, I have been planning a massive trip which would take me to these three countries, as well as, China and Mongolia.

The plan begins in India, where I will visit all the major tourist traps and make a few pilgrimages.  One of these pilgrimages will be to the Sex Temple Khajuraho.  If only all religions honored this basic human element.  Then hit the Monkey Temple in Jaipur, and if feeling brave the Snake Temple in Mannarsala-not a huge fan of snakes.  I also want to check out the stone throwing festival in Pandhurhna.  I have no desire to be pelted with stones; however I have a stone desire to witness the madness.  Other places include Ladh, and the Dalai Lama’s place of exile in Dharamsala.  There is a planned camel safari in Rajasthan.  Depending on how bad the camel smells, determines if it is 5 days or 7 days.  Eventually I will head into Nepal for a week or so.  Then trek into Tibet, stopping to view Mt. Everest.  A week or so in Lhasa before making to Beijing to catch the Trans-Siberian Railway.  I plan to hope off in Ulaanbaatar and amble about, before heading into Russian.  There I plan to do some fishing at Lake Baikal.  Finally finishing off the trip in Moscow and St. Petersburg.  I am not sure how to get home yet.  I might kick about in Eastern Europe working as a teacher for a year or so.  Then it is up in the air.

I am not sure when I will head out.  I haven’t even begun saving for this mother of all trips.  I will need another tech start-up bubble to afford this trip anytime soon.

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