Hold the Apocalypse – Pass Me a Scientist Please

Well, the deed is done. I just hit the Amazon “Publish” button and released my first book into the world, to join with the other 2,700 books that are self-published every day. (That’s not a misprint.) Like those others, I know that its chances of survival are not on its side. Ordinarily I’d blame global warming and the coming Apocalypse, or increased sun spot activity, or increased Romance Novel activity. Something environmental. (They could all be related you know.)

But this book is a different sort of animal. Raised in captivity by a foster parent of well-meaning but ultimately dubious survival skills himself, and with no publishing house in its pedigree, it must now find a way to survive with what nourishment I could provide it – a cool cover, a catchy title, and lots of words arranged in an order that has never before been attempted. They are good words too. In fact if you find any bad words, I urge you to report them to me at once and I will replace them at no extra cost.

I have also managed to provide my book with some extra nourishment that could make a difference. A most curious array of wonderful people have offered fantastic, professional editorial reviews for me to use on my Amazon sales page. These include award-winning writers, editors, publishers, a former president of the Sierra Club, and most eccentrically, the creator of a popular comic strip empire. I can only hope this is nourishment enough to carry it until it can fly on its own.

The rest is up to you readers. Go see for yourself what all the fuss is about by clicking the link to my book on my website (www.boblorentson.com), under My Books, or go to Amazon books directly. Saving the world from an apocalypse may depend on it. At the very least, learning to laugh in the face of Doomsday may yet prove to be a survival skill.