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Author of Post-Apocalyptic Science Fiction Find out what I'm up to at http://brmevett.com

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text that reads, "It can’t be Mindworm. Nobody has had it since they instituted the quarantine, and that was months ago. People have technical issues with their COR all the time. It can’t be Mindworm. But her fear whispers, it could, and an icy shiver rolls up and down Lucinda’s back. She knows what it would mean. She was in chem class when Lisa Barrett went into convulsions and flew at Mrs. Granger, screaming like her body was on fire. She watched the corpses burning on the lawn outside the wall, along with everyone else. No, please let it not be Mindworm. As if in answer to her silent prayer, her COR kicks in again, right where it left off. With a jag of electricity like a punch in the ear, the information sweeps through her mind. But she doesn’t care about the mandolin’s antecedents in the gittern, the mandola, or the lute. She doesn’t care about the influence of the Vinaccia family on the development of steel-stringed instruments. Relief. Relief is all she cares about. She feels whole again. It’s going to be okay. The frightening emptiness within her head is full again. It’s not Mindworm, just a glitch, and surely the last time, and she doesn’t need to worry about it anymore. "

text that reads, "It can’t be Mindworm. Nobody has had it since they instituted the quarantine, and that was months ago. People have technical issues with their COR all the time. It can’t be Mindworm. But her fear whispers, it could, and an icy shiver rolls up and down Lucinda’s back. She knows what it would mean. She was in chem class when Lisa Barrett went into convulsions and flew at Mrs. Granger, screaming like her body was on fire. She watched the corpses burning on the lawn outside the wall, along with everyone else. No, please let it not be Mindworm. As if in answer to her silent prayer, her COR kicks in again, right where it left off. With a jag of electricity like a punch in the ear, the information sweeps through her mind. But she doesn’t care about the mandolin’s antecedents in the gittern, the mandola, or the lute. She doesn’t care about the influence of the Vinaccia family on the development of steel-stringed instruments. Relief. Relief is all she cares about. She feels whole again. It’s going to be okay. The frightening emptiness within her head is full again. It’s not Mindworm, just a glitch, and surely the last time, and she doesn’t need to worry about it anymore. "

From my post-apocalyptic novel HOPE, coming out a week from today!

04.11.2025 17:03 — 👍 7    🔁 2    💬 0    📌 0
text that reads, "It can’t be Mindworm. Nobody has had it since they instituted the quarantine, and that was months ago. People have technical issues with their COR all the time. It can’t be Mindworm. But her fear whispers, it could, and an icy shiver rolls up and down Lucinda’s back. She knows what it would mean. She was in chem class when Lisa Barrett went into convulsions and flew at Mrs. Granger, screaming like her body was on fire. She watched the corpses burning on the lawn outside the wall, along with everyone else. No, please let it not be Mindworm. As if in answer to her silent prayer, her COR kicks in again, right where it left off. With a jag of electricity like a punch in the ear, the information sweeps through her mind. But she doesn’t care about the mandolin’s antecedents in the gittern, the mandola, or the lute. She doesn’t care about the influence of the Vinaccia family on the development of steel-stringed instruments. Relief. Relief is all she cares about. She feels whole again. It’s going to be okay. The frightening emptiness within her head is full again. It’s not Mindworm, just a glitch, and surely the last time, and she doesn’t need to worry about it anymore. "

text that reads, "It can’t be Mindworm. Nobody has had it since they instituted the quarantine, and that was months ago. People have technical issues with their COR all the time. It can’t be Mindworm. But her fear whispers, it could, and an icy shiver rolls up and down Lucinda’s back. She knows what it would mean. She was in chem class when Lisa Barrett went into convulsions and flew at Mrs. Granger, screaming like her body was on fire. She watched the corpses burning on the lawn outside the wall, along with everyone else. No, please let it not be Mindworm. As if in answer to her silent prayer, her COR kicks in again, right where it left off. With a jag of electricity like a punch in the ear, the information sweeps through her mind. But she doesn’t care about the mandolin’s antecedents in the gittern, the mandola, or the lute. She doesn’t care about the influence of the Vinaccia family on the development of steel-stringed instruments. Relief. Relief is all she cares about. She feels whole again. It’s going to be okay. The frightening emptiness within her head is full again. It’s not Mindworm, just a glitch, and surely the last time, and she doesn’t need to worry about it anymore. "

From my post-apocalyptic novel HOPE, coming out a week from today!

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Sure is 🐾.

04.11.2025 16:58 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
Panel one, writing a 90,000 word novel, picture of a happy kid. Panel to, writing a 250 word blurb, picture of a sad kid

Panel one, writing a 90,000 word novel, picture of a happy kid. Panel to, writing a 250 word blurb, picture of a sad kid

True story

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Text that reads, "She is the only reason he is still here. In the night, he actually crept out of bed and stood at the ruined doorway for a quarter of an hour, willing himself to go. Just go. They were all going to die. Or worse. The Doctor would arrive with his army of monsters, and they would run rampant over them. He would take them to his cages and infect them, and Creek would drool and scream and rave and eventually fall, maybe after attacking the Nipmuc village and ripping out the throats of the children he had met there. And the same would happen to all of them. To Lamarque, to Kimo, to Kat (probably not to Sandoval. Sandoval would die in the battle, Creek was pretty sure of that). And Candela. He imagined her face twisted and split by the disease. Then he pictured himself on the road, alone again, safe and alive, but crying in the night, carrying the knowledge that he had left her to that horrible fate. So, he went back to bed. He stayed."

Text that reads, "She is the only reason he is still here. In the night, he actually crept out of bed and stood at the ruined doorway for a quarter of an hour, willing himself to go. Just go. They were all going to die. Or worse. The Doctor would arrive with his army of monsters, and they would run rampant over them. He would take them to his cages and infect them, and Creek would drool and scream and rave and eventually fall, maybe after attacking the Nipmuc village and ripping out the throats of the children he had met there. And the same would happen to all of them. To Lamarque, to Kimo, to Kat (probably not to Sandoval. Sandoval would die in the battle, Creek was pretty sure of that). And Candela. He imagined her face twisted and split by the disease. Then he pictured himself on the road, alone again, safe and alive, but crying in the night, carrying the knowledge that he had left her to that horrible fate. So, he went back to bed. He stayed."

From "Hope," coming out Nov. 11th! A rabies-like virus is infecting people, and one rising warlord has figured out how to control them:

31.10.2025 17:03 — 👍 5    🔁 2    💬 0    📌 0
Text that reads, "She is the only reason he is still here. In the night, he actually crept out of bed and stood at the ruined doorway for a quarter of an hour, willing himself to go. Just go. They were all going to die. Or worse. The Doctor would arrive with his army of monsters, and they would run rampant over them. He would take them to his cages and infect them, and Creek would drool and scream and rave and eventually fall, maybe after attacking the Nipmuc village and ripping out the throats of the children he had met there. And the same would happen to all of them. To Lamarque, to Kimo, to Kat (probably not to Sandoval. Sandoval would die in the battle, Creek was pretty sure of that). And Candela. He imagined her face twisted and split by the disease. Then he pictured himself on the road, alone again, safe and alive, but crying in the night, carrying the knowledge that he had left her to that horrible fate. So, he went back to bed. He stayed."

Text that reads, "She is the only reason he is still here. In the night, he actually crept out of bed and stood at the ruined doorway for a quarter of an hour, willing himself to go. Just go. They were all going to die. Or worse. The Doctor would arrive with his army of monsters, and they would run rampant over them. He would take them to his cages and infect them, and Creek would drool and scream and rave and eventually fall, maybe after attacking the Nipmuc village and ripping out the throats of the children he had met there. And the same would happen to all of them. To Lamarque, to Kimo, to Kat (probably not to Sandoval. Sandoval would die in the battle, Creek was pretty sure of that). And Candela. He imagined her face twisted and split by the disease. Then he pictured himself on the road, alone again, safe and alive, but crying in the night, carrying the knowledge that he had left her to that horrible fate. So, he went back to bed. He stayed."

From "Hope," coming out Nov. 11th! A rabies-like virus is infecting people, and one rising warlord has figured out how to control them:

31.10.2025 17:03 — 👍 5    🔁 2    💬 0    📌 0
Text that reads, "Sandoval starts shouting and waving his arms — No, no, no! — but it is too late. The move pushes the edge-stone further to the side, and it falls into the stream. The van seems to balance for a moment. Then, with comic slowness, it teeters over, further and further. The left track gives way completely, like a chute has opened. Rocks, sticks, and logs tumble down into the babbling water. Sandoval leaps for the van and throws his weight against the side, as if he can somehow stop eight thousand kilos of metal. He can do nothing, of course, and as the vehicle topples over, he jumps back into the water to avoid getting crushed. The van crashes down onto its side in the stream, sending up jets of water. The sight is beautiful and terrible, the violence of destruction turned balletic in the silence of his world. It only takes a few seconds, but it seems to him that it moves in slow motion, stretched out into timelessness. He knows that this is a calamity for them that will not be remedied, but the magic holds him spellbound."

Text that reads, "Sandoval starts shouting and waving his arms — No, no, no! — but it is too late. The move pushes the edge-stone further to the side, and it falls into the stream. The van seems to balance for a moment. Then, with comic slowness, it teeters over, further and further. The left track gives way completely, like a chute has opened. Rocks, sticks, and logs tumble down into the babbling water. Sandoval leaps for the van and throws his weight against the side, as if he can somehow stop eight thousand kilos of metal. He can do nothing, of course, and as the vehicle topples over, he jumps back into the water to avoid getting crushed. The van crashes down onto its side in the stream, sending up jets of water. The sight is beautiful and terrible, the violence of destruction turned balletic in the silence of his world. It only takes a few seconds, but it seems to him that it moves in slow motion, stretched out into timelessness. He knows that this is a calamity for them that will not be remedied, but the magic holds him spellbound."

From my Post-Apocalyptic novel, HOPE, coming out Nov. 11th:

30.10.2025 19:53 — 👍 6    🔁 2    💬 0    📌 0
Text that reads, "Sandoval starts shouting and waving his arms — No, no, no! — but it is too late. The move pushes the edge-stone further to the side, and it falls into the stream. The van seems to balance for a moment. Then, with comic slowness, it teeters over, further and further. The left track gives way completely, like a chute has opened. Rocks, sticks, and logs tumble down into the babbling water. Sandoval leaps for the van and throws his weight against the side, as if he can somehow stop eight thousand kilos of metal. He can do nothing, of course, and as the vehicle topples over, he jumps back into the water to avoid getting crushed. The van crashes down onto its side in the stream, sending up jets of water. The sight is beautiful and terrible, the violence of destruction turned balletic in the silence of his world. It only takes a few seconds, but it seems to him that it moves in slow motion, stretched out into timelessness. He knows that this is a calamity for them that will not be remedied, but the magic holds him spellbound."

Text that reads, "Sandoval starts shouting and waving his arms — No, no, no! — but it is too late. The move pushes the edge-stone further to the side, and it falls into the stream. The van seems to balance for a moment. Then, with comic slowness, it teeters over, further and further. The left track gives way completely, like a chute has opened. Rocks, sticks, and logs tumble down into the babbling water. Sandoval leaps for the van and throws his weight against the side, as if he can somehow stop eight thousand kilos of metal. He can do nothing, of course, and as the vehicle topples over, he jumps back into the water to avoid getting crushed. The van crashes down onto its side in the stream, sending up jets of water. The sight is beautiful and terrible, the violence of destruction turned balletic in the silence of his world. It only takes a few seconds, but it seems to him that it moves in slow motion, stretched out into timelessness. He knows that this is a calamity for them that will not be remedied, but the magic holds him spellbound."

From my Post-Apocalyptic novel, HOPE, coming out Nov. 11th:

30.10.2025 19:53 — 👍 6    🔁 2    💬 0    📌 0

Yep: That's happened to me a couple of times. I had it addressed to the wrong person, too. "Kelly, I am absolutely floored by the brilliance of your (random Romance or Mystery title — I write Post-Apocalyptic Fiction). But boy are they going to make it a hit! Maybe I should write it :).

30.10.2025 19:49 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
Text that reads, "It wasn’t that she had no real feelings for him. She did. But he could get so moody, especially when it came to the differences between them – her COR in particular. She loved her COR, and what it gave her. It was more than a handy tool. It was her world. It defined her. COR-less, he could never understand. But she could see how it made him feel inferior. She knew he was jealous, and wished she could make him see that she didn’t care that he had no COR, and didn’t care about the Enclave boys who had one, either. She didn’t care that they could load the history of the Crusades or the mathematics of quantum field theory, and he couldn’t. It had nothing to do with him or them, or anyone. Lucinda just loved that she had that power. Besides, she really enjoyed having sex with him in the closet behind the stage at the Arts Center. One thing in her life she could control. One thing that belonged just to her. Maybe it wasn’t love, but it was something."

Text that reads, "It wasn’t that she had no real feelings for him. She did. But he could get so moody, especially when it came to the differences between them – her COR in particular. She loved her COR, and what it gave her. It was more than a handy tool. It was her world. It defined her. COR-less, he could never understand. But she could see how it made him feel inferior. She knew he was jealous, and wished she could make him see that she didn’t care that he had no COR, and didn’t care about the Enclave boys who had one, either. She didn’t care that they could load the history of the Crusades or the mathematics of quantum field theory, and he couldn’t. It had nothing to do with him or them, or anyone. Lucinda just loved that she had that power. Besides, she really enjoyed having sex with him in the closet behind the stage at the Arts Center. One thing in her life she could control. One thing that belonged just to her. Maybe it wasn’t love, but it was something."

Meet the heroes of HOPE, coming out Nov. 11:

Lucinda

A privileged member of an elite enclave with an implant that gives her access to all the knowledge in the world — both a blessing and a curse.

#writersky #post-apocalyptic

30.10.2025 19:44 — 👍 0    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
Text that reads, "He stares at the water rushing by. What was he doing here? What was it doing to him? People around all the time, probing him, expecting things of him, needing things from him. That wasn’t his way. He traveled the silent world alone. Every time he tried to hook up with people, everything went into the grinder."

Text that reads, "He stares at the water rushing by. What was he doing here? What was it doing to him? People around all the time, probing him, expecting things of him, needing things from him. That wasn’t his way. He traveled the silent world alone. Every time he tried to hook up with people, everything went into the grinder."

Meet the heroes of HOPE, coming out Nov. 11:

Creek

A 10-yr-old deaf boy fighting to survive in a post-apocalyptic America:

#writersky #post-apocalyptic

28.10.2025 20:29 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
Text that reads, "They drive past the elementary school. A flock of uniformed seven-year-olds swoops around the playground, yelling and shrieking in some indefinable game. Lucinda remembers playing that game — something where the boys were soldiers (they were always soldiers) and the girls were horses and they would charge hither and yon, securing various little hills, protecting them from invading Nonalites. She’s never seen an actual horse, but that never stopped anyone. A flick to your COR and you knew all about them. So innocent."

Text that reads, "They drive past the elementary school. A flock of uniformed seven-year-olds swoops around the playground, yelling and shrieking in some indefinable game. Lucinda remembers playing that game — something where the boys were soldiers (they were always soldiers) and the girls were horses and they would charge hither and yon, securing various little hills, protecting them from invading Nonalites. She’s never seen an actual horse, but that never stopped anyone. A flick to your COR and you knew all about them. So innocent."

From my upcoming book, "Hope: A Novel of the New Frontier":

22.10.2025 18:02 — 👍 9    🔁 1    💬 0    📌 0

Question for the group: I'm releasing my next book in Nov. and trying to do some marketing. I have some graphic design experience and am considering using images generated in Photoshop as the basis of original work. They claim they compensate artists to train their AI, Firefly. Thoughts? #writersky

20.10.2025 16:37 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 1
Text that reads, "It wasn’t that she had no real feelings for him. She did. But he could get so moody, especially when it came to the differences between them – her COR in particular. She loved her COR, and what it gave her. It was more than a handy tool. It was her world. It defined her. COR-less, he could never understand. But she could see how it made him feel inferior. She knew he was jealous, and wished she could make him see that she didn’t care that he had no COR, and didn’t care about the Enclave boys who had one, either. She didn’t care that they could load the history of the Crusades or the mathematics of quantum field theory, and he couldn’t. It had nothing to do with him or them, or anyone. Lucinda just loved that she had that power. Besides, she really enjoyed having sex with him in the closet behind the stage at the Arts Center. One thing in her life she could control. One thing that belonged just to her. Maybe it wasn’t love, but it was something."

Text that reads, "It wasn’t that she had no real feelings for him. She did. But he could get so moody, especially when it came to the differences between them – her COR in particular. She loved her COR, and what it gave her. It was more than a handy tool. It was her world. It defined her. COR-less, he could never understand. But she could see how it made him feel inferior. She knew he was jealous, and wished she could make him see that she didn’t care that he had no COR, and didn’t care about the Enclave boys who had one, either. She didn’t care that they could load the history of the Crusades or the mathematics of quantum field theory, and he couldn’t. It had nothing to do with him or them, or anyone. Lucinda just loved that she had that power. Besides, she really enjoyed having sex with him in the closet behind the stage at the Arts Center. One thing in her life she could control. One thing that belonged just to her. Maybe it wasn’t love, but it was something."

From my soon-to-be-released (Nov 11th!) WIP "Hope":

20.10.2025 15:40 — 👍 7    🔁 1    💬 0    📌 0

From my soon-to-be released (Nov. 11!) WIP "Hope":

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I wish a very happy Indigenous Peoples Day to all.

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My new book Hope comes out in a month! November 11th. It's a follow-up to Joy, which was shortlisted for the 2024 Rubery Book Award. You can find out more, and pre-order, at brmevett.com. Thanks!

12.10.2025 17:36 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
Text that reads: I LIVED HERE MORE THAN TEN YEARS AGO, WITH A LITTLE FAMILY. I DON’T KNOW WHERE THEY WENT, OR WHAT HAPPENED TO THEM. I WISH I DID. BUT NOW WE HAVE THE CHANCE TO START A NEW FAMILY, IN THIS PLACE. FOR ME, THAT’S A BIG THING. TO MAKE SOMETHING IN THIS RUINED WORLD? TO BUILD SOMETHING? THAT’S BIG. AND BEAUTIFUL. She speaks to Lamarque. The boy comes over and picks up the piece of siding from the ground, glancing at it as he does. She stops him and signals Wait. She continues. I WANT EVERYBODY TO SEE IT TOGETHER. I BURNED IT WITH THIS. She holds up a medical device like a little wand. Creek recognizes it as a device for cauterizing wounds. IT’S NOT GOOD, she continues, BUT IT SAYS WHAT I’M THINKING. IT’S A NAME. FOR OUR NEW HOME. A SIGN. Lamarque flips the piece of wood over and reads it. His eyes widen briefly, and he nods. He lifts it in front of him so the others can read it. Dr. Jemisen shapes it out for Creek: HOPE FARM She turns to Sandoval. He regards her for a moment, then rises in one smooth motion. He goes inside, returning soon with a nail and a brick. He gestures for Creek to join him. Creek hesitates. He doesn’t know if he believes in the promise of the sign. But everyone is watching him, and he doesn’t want to make a scene. Eyes on the ground, he joins Sandoval. They cross to the post beside the steps. Creek holds the sign against the post while Sandoval hammers in the nail with a few sure blows. They step back to admire their work. Lamarque, Kimo, and Candela join them, and they all stand side by side, looking at the sign.

Text that reads: I LIVED HERE MORE THAN TEN YEARS AGO, WITH A LITTLE FAMILY. I DON’T KNOW WHERE THEY WENT, OR WHAT HAPPENED TO THEM. I WISH I DID. BUT NOW WE HAVE THE CHANCE TO START A NEW FAMILY, IN THIS PLACE. FOR ME, THAT’S A BIG THING. TO MAKE SOMETHING IN THIS RUINED WORLD? TO BUILD SOMETHING? THAT’S BIG. AND BEAUTIFUL. She speaks to Lamarque. The boy comes over and picks up the piece of siding from the ground, glancing at it as he does. She stops him and signals Wait. She continues. I WANT EVERYBODY TO SEE IT TOGETHER. I BURNED IT WITH THIS. She holds up a medical device like a little wand. Creek recognizes it as a device for cauterizing wounds. IT’S NOT GOOD, she continues, BUT IT SAYS WHAT I’M THINKING. IT’S A NAME. FOR OUR NEW HOME. A SIGN. Lamarque flips the piece of wood over and reads it. His eyes widen briefly, and he nods. He lifts it in front of him so the others can read it. Dr. Jemisen shapes it out for Creek: HOPE FARM She turns to Sandoval. He regards her for a moment, then rises in one smooth motion. He goes inside, returning soon with a nail and a brick. He gestures for Creek to join him. Creek hesitates. He doesn’t know if he believes in the promise of the sign. But everyone is watching him, and he doesn’t want to make a scene. Eyes on the ground, he joins Sandoval. They cross to the post beside the steps. Creek holds the sign against the post while Sandoval hammers in the nail with a few sure blows. They step back to admire their work. Lamarque, Kimo, and Candela join them, and they all stand side by side, looking at the sign.

Hope is literally the title of my next book! So I could include the whole thing, but here's a snippet:

12.10.2025 17:33 — 👍 7    🔁 2    💬 0    📌 0
#WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag October 12 - hope Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration Use #WIPSnips. Don't forget Alt Text for graphics Synonyms, variation and vibes are fine. Support others on the #WIPSnips tag! Hosted by rosie-j-potter.bsky.social The image behind the text is a border that is black with stars with a light blue rectangle highlighted by a fuchsia line. An illustrated caticorn holding a pencil and writing in a book with a rose behind one ear is in the lower right corner

#WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag October 12 - hope Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration Use #WIPSnips. Don't forget Alt Text for graphics Synonyms, variation and vibes are fine. Support others on the #WIPSnips tag! Hosted by rosie-j-potter.bsky.social The image behind the text is a border that is black with stars with a light blue rectangle highlighted by a fuchsia line. An illustrated caticorn holding a pencil and writing in a book with a rose behind one ear is in the lower right corner

The #WIPSnips word for October 12th is "hope"

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

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From my upcoming book HOPE, coming out Nov. 11th! This is from a fairy tale told within the main story:

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Love this series!

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My new book comes out in 8 weeks. 8 weeks! Getting excited...

HOPE is the standalone follow-up to the critically-acclaimed post-apocalyptic thriller JOY. Follow a ragtag group of survivors as they try to build a home in the ashes of America.

Pre-order here: www.amazon.com/dp/B0FB1Y3T2Q

17.09.2025 18:26 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
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Free Postapocalyptic Fiction - September 2025 Searching for your next favorite story? Look no further! These bestselling authors have teamed up to offer a delightful selection of new books. Available for a limited time.

Read for free!!!!! I'm taking part in a BookFunnel promotion for Dystopian and P-A books. If you like to read about ends and beginnings, check it out — there's some fun stuff here - including my book JOY! Free!

#authorsky #post-apocalyptic #dystopian

books.bookfunnel.com/free-postapo...

15.09.2025 18:11 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
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HOPE ARC Sign-up Form Hello! If you are seeing this form, then you are interested in joining the ARC Team for HOPE: a Novel of the New Frontier, by B.R.M. Evett. Thank you for your interest! ARC stands for "Advance Review...

Hello Blueskis! I am looking for ARC Readers for HOPE — my standalone follow-up to my first book JOY.

In the ruins of a fallen America, a deaf boy and an outcast young woman join a group of misfits trying to build a family and forge a home on the New Frontier.

Join here: forms.gle/KKRk9okxB54t...

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HOPE ARC Sign-up Form Hello! If you are seeing this form, then you are interested in joining the ARC Team for HOPE: a Novel of the New Frontier, by B.R.M. Evett. Thank you for your interest! ARC stands for "Advance Review...

Hello Blueskis! I am looking for ARC Readers for HOPE — my standalone follow-up to my first book JOY.

In the ruins of a fallen America, a deaf boy and an outcast young woman join a group of misfits trying to build a family and forge a home on the New Frontier.

Join here: forms.gle/KKRk9okxB54t...

21.08.2025 17:16 — 👍 1    🔁 1    💬 0    📌 0
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This book sparked some great conversations about euthanasia and AI. A full-length review will be out tomorrow.

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Want to see more videos? Go to my YouTube channel - youtube.com/@theamazingk...

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06.08.2025 16:44 — 👍 11    🔁 1    💬 0    📌 0
an ad for $0.99 sale on the book JOY: A Novel of the New Frontier. At the top, the words "What is the price of JOY? ON the left, the book cover with the word JOY in bright white letters in a 3-D image of a tablet. ON the right a woman in a bath of sea-green jelly, her face in an expression of ecstasy.

an ad for $0.99 sale on the book JOY: A Novel of the New Frontier. At the top, the words "What is the price of JOY? ON the left, the book cover with the word JOY in bright white letters in a 3-D image of a tablet. ON the right a woman in a bath of sea-green jelly, her face in an expression of ecstasy.

Hey everybody! In honor of my son's birthday, JOY: A Novel of the New Frontier, is on sale for $0.99 through Aug. 8th!

A gentle android, an innocent girl, a journey across a fallen America in search of perfect Joy.

www.amazon.com/dp/B0CJ7FH4NJ

#booksky #writersky #scifi #post-apocalyptic

01.08.2025 16:02 — 👍 5    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

Not a lot of streets left in my fallen America - but here's one:

30.07.2025 22:24 — 👍 3    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0
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Advice anyone? I did my first AMZ ad for JOY. Used Publisher Rocket to get good keywords – used 20 of the best (I thought) for the campaign - focused on post-apocalyptic - my genre. Ran 10 days - 2400 impressions and 2 clicks. 0.06%. Not good. I don't understand. Help? #authorsky #writersky.

29.07.2025 20:29 — 👍 1    🔁 0    💬 0    📌 0

My little nod to Talking Heads "Television Man."

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