I’ve been in a pulp fiction kind of mood lately. I’ve been re-reading Legends of New Pulp Fiction published by Airship 27 and looking at all the great writing styles. I can’t wait to see the New King Kong movie, Kong: Skull Island. I think I’ve seen all the Kong movies. And there are so many movies lately based on comic book characters leading the way in popularity.
If you’re not a fan of pulp fiction you are really missing out. I love fantasy (it’s the opposite of reality and who doesn’t need that now and then?), and Hollywood has really been scooping up super heroes for movies lately. King Kong is only a small example. Not that there is anything small about the movie originally released in 1933. My grandfather saw that movie during the depression and was in awe all his life. Not a man who frequented movie houses, he could not imagine how that monster was filmed.
Since I’ve been in the mood, I’ve been working on a new pulp fiction novel I hope will be finished this summer I’m calling “Flatiron Death Grip.” Again, it’s snarky. I just can’t seem to leave the genre alone.
In my book The Apocalypse Sucks, I make fun of end-of-the world situations while studying human behavior. I based it around two women who were co-workers when the virus hit and killed most everyone around them. They were not friends, but became family because they depended upon each other. But the one thing they were to the end was girls. They behaved like girls – if they weren’t fighting for survival – and still liked the things girls liked; boys, bras and lip gloss. They were fierce warriors but with a soft side.
The book hosts a cast of characters trying to get by now that they can’t run through the closest drive through for instant gratification. They have a problem just finding enough to eat and then the bat creatures appeared. Who were they and where did they come from? They soon find out that the virus did not kill all its victims. Some mutated into something else – evolved human – and not very happy about it. For them, the Apocalypse did suck.
Pick up a copy of The Apocalypse Sucks and see if you agree. If you can’t make fun of the end of the world, what can you make fun of?
Let me know what you think.
In an intimate setting on the second floor of the Enid Public Library the coffee brewed and snacks called our name – but we were writing. The Enid Writers Club, Enid Public Library, and Enid Arts Council made possible a small group’s assembly to learn about editing, marketing and the intricacies of good writing.
It’s Easter, a time of resurrection brought to the world each year in the spring – another time of resurrection. Whether you’re Christian or not, everyone enjoys spring and the resurgence of nature.
I skipped the Heavener Runestone Viking and Celtic Festival this spring. And I’m going through some withdrawal symptoms. Mostly I miss the people – they’ve become family.
The Garfield County Child Advocacy Center has a great way to help abused and neglected children.
Spring in Oklahoma has sprung. And nowhere is it more beautiful than in the southeast portion of the state. The forests are magical and made the perfect setting for a Peter Pan-type Oklahoma fairytale.
I took this picture in my friend’s yard. To me, it was a symbol of renewal. I don’t know what bird built it or if it will ever be used again, but it was beautiful in its starkness. There is beauty in simplicity. 
Yesterday was the inaugural Enid Author Fest held at the Enid Public Library. It was a great event! Excitement was in the air as we met other authors and the public. Books were read and sold and friendships renewed – or new ones begun. 
We made new friends and read from our books. The public enjoyed the casual feel of the event as authors read and books were perused. 
Peggy Chambers "Views from the Hammock" site 