There are times I wish I never started writing. It’s a bit like learning magic, suddenly you know all the tricks and the illusion is lost. Of course, I have favorite authors who make me forget I know the tricks and inspire me to write better. But being a writer is really a full time gig. There’s not even time off for good behavior:/

I still have my escapisms in romances, Scifi,  and mysteries. I still watch copious amounts of horror, Scifi, and apocalytptic stuff. THere’s a slew of documentaries Netflix kindly scopes out for me and recommends because I watched Degrees of Evil I might like Mr. Puffer’s Penguins. And I did, too.

But, lately it seems all roads lead back to writing. Here are some of the books I’ve recently purchased. Yes, I will enjoy reading them all, because who wouldn’t, but I think you can see where my next books are coming from:

So that picture sucks. The books are Skyrocketing sales, High Tide, Poisoner’s Handbooks, Shameless self-promoters, the mesh, Women in World War 1.

This one is of course more about human behavior and how civilizations collapse. Perfect bedtime story.

 Then there’s contact with alien civilizations, Women Workers in the First World War (set in Britian), and something I’m excited to read: the Sixth Extinction.

I do have a slew of romance novels, mostly on my kindle to stop me from acting on such information (hey, I’m a scientist, I wanna try some of these theories out). 

So basically my next book will be about a man-made ecological disaster where alien’s arrive and women have to work after society collapses by launching a media campaign to help save us all before we go extinct:D 

Who’s in?